Phew! It has been a tumultuous week, my friends. It stared with me being the epitome of the writer in despair. Head in hands, grumpy and tired, I whined and complained because I just couldn’t get it. My novel was not working. The words were not flowing. And the worst part? I could feel them, simmering, somewhere just beneath the surface. But they were stuck. And I was frustrated.
As the week progressed and my mood worsened, I decided to take charge of the situation. I can’t fix the sleepless nights when my daughter refuses to settle. I can’t force my husband to take a holiday from work even though he desperately needs one. But I can write my novel for #NaNoWriMo. And that is what I am doing. Emerging from the desert of writer’s block, I got a grip. I sorted it out. I wrote.
Hooray! I am so excited about my work now that I feel physically exhausted. My mood has gone from exhilaration to despair, from sadness to joy, within a very short space of time. Right now I actually feel quite queasy, and it’s because I am channeling the heightened emotions of my protagonist, Hannah Oakley. She just killed her first vampire in ten years. She thinks her hunting partner is dead, killed by the vampire they were chasing. Her husband has no idea about her work, and he is sitting at home with the children, about to receive a phone call from the hospital. What happens next? I don’t know. But I will post a sneaky excerpt over on my author blog, Catherine Green. Take a look…
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