As If Being Dead Wasn’t Bad Enough
While I’m not a fan of her music, part of Katy Perry’s tweet about the Kanye West/Taylor Swift VMA incident pretty much sums up the way I’m feeling about what I’m writing at the moment.
IT’S LIKE U STEPPED 0N A KITTEN.
I’m stuck at a point on Lionheart (39k mark too… what the hell?) and so I’m taking a break from it before coming back. In the meantime I am working on my secondary WIP, Bones.
Bones was always going to be a sad book where life/fate/the universe pretty much takes all its frustrations on the two main characters but as the story progresses I’m finding new ways to torment Gregory in particular.
Every happy thing that ever happened while he was alive is now always sent back at him as a weapon now that he’s dead. Colour, sound, touch, being seen by humans… all the little things we take for granted every day are taken and twisted into things that hurt him.
Being a ghost is not a fun thing at all, as you can see. I’ve rendered him completely and utterly impotent in practically every way. And all for something that was in no way his fault beyond the fact that he existed.
Right now, though, I’m turning the best thing of his life into the worst thing of his death, and it hurts him more than anything else.
He remembered - and missed - Lillian at that moment most of all - her long curls, bright eyes and soft lips. He knew that her hair was blonde and her eyes blue, but as with green he could not quite remember what those colours were actually like. Just like how he knew her lips were soft, but not what softness felt like. That knowledge had gone with the way she felt in his arms and the way she said his name.
This is stuff that has to happen but it’s painful to write. If my betas’ reactions are any indication, it’s also painful to read. But I have to do it. As much as I hate to do it, I have to stomp all over Dinah, Gregory, her parents and everyone else over the course of the book. And although I have yet to cry, I am pretty sure it will happen at some point, as I keep on writing and stomping.
Mirrored from Catherine-Haines.com.