So my body is still reluctant to give up its UK time zone. Which is awesome because you know… work. It switched over practically immediately. Coming back it’s all… Don’t wanna. Of course a lot of that is that I’m just tired and want to sleep.
The Novel Approach will be revealing the cover and blurb from Fish Stick Fridays today. And wooooot! The post is live. Be sure to head on over to TNA for the reveal. Link goes to a very lovely blog.
On the other hand, my brain refuses to give into the tangle of Kai’s world but I’m going to have a reckoning tomorrow. Actually tonight as I lay down the final plot. Which is laughable because plots have a way of never really staying in one place.
Take for example… Claudia.
Claudia was killed on Cole’s porch. Shot dead. In cold blood. Dying at the feet of her employer. That was Claudia’s fate. I know it. I wrote it in the chapter summary. I can even picture it right now. Location: Stoop of office, gunfight, Claudia is killed. Dies in Cole’s arms.
It just didn’t sit right. I fought for her death. Really I did. She was dying, damn it. I’d killed her.
My brain said…no, don’t think so. I refuse to take part in this shit and am refusing to provide words for this nonsense.
Okay, so it wasn’t that formal but it didn’t feel right and I had to sit back and examine why. Then the parallel of Claudia and Barbara hit and I had to go retrofit a bunch of shit to my grumbling disgust.
So, now… I only plot out halfway because then I reassess and see where I need to go.
Kai’s kind of like that. I know where I’m going to go. I just need to find the path.
Cooked steaks tonight for dinner. Something quick since I’ve been working on swag stuff and other things all day. Crashed for an hour to convince my body I was back into some sort of up-down cycle but it has laughed at me.
Later though, I shall make my brain my bitch.