Now, I would love to have a puppy. If MJ gave me a puppy, I would love him forever and ever (I know he thinks he is entitled to Forever and Ever anyway, but all I promised in our wedding vows was Til Death Do We Part. Forever and Ever is the kind of crazy romantic love that leads to, like, Wuthering Heights and YA paranormals).
And I grew up with big dogs - labs, golden retrievers, huskies, rottweilers. I like to have 90 lbs of dog on my side if a passing burgular decides he wants my TV, soda maker and seal-shaped lamp (I have a sense of style like no other). I like to have 90 lbs of dog climbing onto my lap when I'm trying to watch Bridezillas on the couch and disrupting my breathing with a big blocky head on my chest. I like big dogs.
I have the same thing lately with a story. I had a plan for December and January:
- Revise THE GODDESS OF VENGEANCE WORE PINK GALOSHES.
- Rough draft what is now imaginatively titled YA MYSTERY1.
Quick and simple. After I finished (and washed the paint out of my hair) I sat down to write. I knew it would be a longer short story for me, probably around 5k. But I knew I could bang it out in a day or two.
Folks, we're now around 15k. Things keep happening. Characters keep popping up.
"Oh, hai, I'm the brother, I'm going to do something interesting now!"
"I'm the dad. Did you seriously think you were going to write about the patriarchy without the patriarch getting a say?"
"I'm the random zombie who is supposed to stay off-screen, your MC's unspoken fear. But yeah. I want to eat her brains. So I'm in it to win it, beotch."
*Bangs head into keyboard*
This is not the story I wanted, not when I wanted it. But like the puppy in my dream, it's here, and I just can't give up on it.
So if I'm not around much, it's because I'm experimenting with vegan gluten-free cookie baking (food allergies are a PITA), entertaining a motley collection of relatives, and writing my little heart out as fast as I can so I can get back to my plan!