Obsession and a snippet
Here's the thing about being so close to the end of my dragon novel: I don't want to do ANYTHING but write.
Stop to cook food? Pah. I've just started the climactic dance scene, where everything's about to go haywire in the most embarrassingly public fashion. Why stop for food?
Take time out to shower? Do you know how limited my writing time is? As if a shower could be more important than my novel!
(Note: these are my priorities talking...not those of everybody else who has to come into contact with me. You may feel free to feel pity for them...and be thankful that you can't smell me through the internet. ;p )
Take time off to rest, because of the ME/CFS? Madness! (Or, er, not...but y'know. I'm in writing-mode, not common-sense mode.)
Pretty much the only thing that makes me voluntarily take time off right now is MrD, because even glittering blue-and-green shoulder dragons can't compare to him. Which is saying a LOT.
But it is hard to think of anything else to write about right now, in my current state of obsession. So (since all that's existed in my life lately is writing/childcare/sleep, which is far less interesting to write about), here's a very tiny snippet from the novel: the first two paragraphs of Chapter One (with the reminder: this is my VERY rough first draft).
It was a truth universally acknowledged that any young lady without a dragon was doomed to social failure. But it was becoming increasingly obvious to everyone in Hathergill Hall that for Penelope Hathergill, actually having a dragon would guarantee disaster.
“Aaaaargh!” Penelope’s piercing shriek rattled the glass in the chandelier above her. “He’s done it again! Mother!”
I hope you guys are having weeks that include moments of truly joyful obsession!
Stop to cook food? Pah. I've just started the climactic dance scene, where everything's about to go haywire in the most embarrassingly public fashion. Why stop for food?
Take time out to shower? Do you know how limited my writing time is? As if a shower could be more important than my novel!
(Note: these are my priorities talking...not those of everybody else who has to come into contact with me. You may feel free to feel pity for them...and be thankful that you can't smell me through the internet. ;p )
Take time off to rest, because of the ME/CFS? Madness! (Or, er, not...but y'know. I'm in writing-mode, not common-sense mode.)
Pretty much the only thing that makes me voluntarily take time off right now is MrD, because even glittering blue-and-green shoulder dragons can't compare to him. Which is saying a LOT.
But it is hard to think of anything else to write about right now, in my current state of obsession. So (since all that's existed in my life lately is writing/childcare/sleep, which is far less interesting to write about), here's a very tiny snippet from the novel: the first two paragraphs of Chapter One (with the reminder: this is my VERY rough first draft).
It was a truth universally acknowledged that any young lady without a dragon was doomed to social failure. But it was becoming increasingly obvious to everyone in Hathergill Hall that for Penelope Hathergill, actually having a dragon would guarantee disaster.
“Aaaaargh!” Penelope’s piercing shriek rattled the glass in the chandelier above her. “He’s done it again! Mother!”
I hope you guys are having weeks that include moments of truly joyful obsession!