Oh, What a Wicked Web We Weave...
Lying?? Nope. Not me, my minions. I'm about as honest as they come. But, I do happen to be happily caught in a wicked web. It's called First Draft Land and I'm wrapped up in it fairly snugly.
Late last night the muse was working overtime. He, Vlad, and I jotted down over 1,200 words--the only trouble being that they weren't part of the Ninth Grade Sucks manuscript. They were notes. Detailed notes that have shown me the way to those two words shining in the distance: The End.
I wrote more, of course, but the notes were a huge epiphany for me, as I could feel myself losing track of where Vlad and I were going. I looked at Vlad and said, "But what's the mystery? Tell me about that."
To my horror, Vlad shrugged.
Of course, once the muse grunted and fluffed his tutu, Vlad was very chitty-chatty. (Phew!) And this morning, he's biting to get started (Ow! Stop that!).
Most good books (I would dare to say all, but as I haven't read them all, I can't) contain a mystery of some sort. A question that must be answered before you reach the back cover. I'm relieved (and thrilled!) that my weird trio has figured out NGS's mystery and I'm anxious to move on to writing it. So...I'll bid you good day, my minions. And happy writing! (and to all my goth minions--morose, soul-wrenching prose)
Late last night the muse was working overtime. He, Vlad, and I jotted down over 1,200 words--the only trouble being that they weren't part of the Ninth Grade Sucks manuscript. They were notes. Detailed notes that have shown me the way to those two words shining in the distance: The End.
I wrote more, of course, but the notes were a huge epiphany for me, as I could feel myself losing track of where Vlad and I were going. I looked at Vlad and said, "But what's the mystery? Tell me about that."
To my horror, Vlad shrugged.
Of course, once the muse grunted and fluffed his tutu, Vlad was very chitty-chatty. (Phew!) And this morning, he's biting to get started (Ow! Stop that!).
Most good books (I would dare to say all, but as I haven't read them all, I can't) contain a mystery of some sort. A question that must be answered before you reach the back cover. I'm relieved (and thrilled!) that my weird trio has figured out NGS's mystery and I'm anxious to move on to writing it. So...I'll bid you good day, my minions. And happy writing! (and to all my goth minions--morose, soul-wrenching prose)
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