Tag refuses to go to hospital, bleeds to death on the floor.

Oct 31, 2008 09:45



Last night I won the most ludicrous debate of my life. It was a shining victory in a long line of debates-a true and epic example of my negotiation skills and unyielding stubbornness.

And it was all done from the floor in a fetal position, whimpering and convulsing in pain.

I’d started to feel a little ill and as my mother has been a nurse for over a quarter of a century now, I called her in for an opinion. However before she could offer a diagnosis, I decided I had to go and lie down. I promptly collapsed on the floor and refused to move.

After a few tentative prods of my midsection resulted in squeals of agony, my mother said I had to get dressed and go to the emergency department. I refused on the grounds I couldn’t get to the car. For the record, I think it is the most flawed debate of my life. “Can’t go to hospital now, too sick to move.”

However as I really was completely unable to move, I spent the night on the floor of my study with a pillow and a sleeping bag.

One of the best magicks a writer has is the ability to convince anyone of anything. No matter how freaking ridiculous it is. I think this is especially important in genres like fantasy, sci fi and horror, where you have to convince readers to believe in dragons, aliens and Robert Englund. (Some of you get the joke and some of you are saying: ‘who?’)

Also, something I have been waiting for since I finished the first draft of meka has finally happened! I got a ‘brain memo’ for the second half of the plot for book two! You have no idea how stoked I am, as my agent asked me for a synopsis for book one AND two to go to the publisher. I’ve been sitting here wondering how I’m going to do that when I have NO idea what happens. Now it’s all written down in bullet points!

This is the definition of relief.

Though, on the other hand, this always happens and I always find out what the plot is just in time. I don’t know why I always worry it won’t happen.

The muse is there, he’s just busy painting his nails...

Also, nano tomorrow! Yay! I WILL have a first draft by the end of the month...

writing: nanowrimo, writing: life: oops, writing: progress: meka

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