hee.
From Neil Gaiman's journal:
And also, please wish me luck with this short story I'm writing. I'm up to page 19 and nothing's happened yet. Right now, they're eating porridge. In my head, by this point in the story everyone was going to be terrified, and strange oogly things would be happening to all the villagers. Porridge!
http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2010/12/another-year.html
The fact that this sounds like practically every story I've ever tried to write ("Why are they eating again? Why is this entire chapter about apples? Why has nothing happened?") both amuses and heartens me.
And also, please wish me luck with this short story I'm writing. I'm up to page 19 and nothing's happened yet. Right now, they're eating porridge. In my head, by this point in the story everyone was going to be terrified, and strange oogly things would be happening to all the villagers. Porridge!
http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2010/12/another-year.html
The fact that this sounds like practically every story I've ever tried to write ("Why are they eating again? Why is this entire chapter about apples? Why has nothing happened?") both amuses and heartens me.