I wonder if the author of the Dick & Jane books meant for Spot to run, or if Spot just up and ran because he felt like it, taking the plot along for the ride.
I’ve often mentioned how my characters like to run amuck, to the point where I feel a bit like Bette Midler in Hocus Pocus.
But yesterday– Boy howdy! Is there a full moon or something? I’m trying not to complain too loudly about their shenanigans because first off, whilst they were running amuck, several tiny seeds I planted earlier (even as early as Book One) came sprouting to fruition. Secondly, their amuckness gave me words. Many words. Thirdly, because of one and two, I got that feeling again. That flutter in the pit of a writer’s soul where the little being who dwells there rubs its hands together with glee and…
Yeah, like that.
Not to say I approved of all their actions. Some of which I now have to find a way out of. (Let’s all give a big sarcastic round of applause to Andrakaos, shall we?) But damn if it wasn’t a fun ride.
And, as long as we’re talking about fun rides…
Okay, that’s a terrible segue into my WIPpet.
For those of you who missed Fader last week, I award you three sentences from The Adorned for the third of December. I find them to be quite…stirring. Perhaps you’ll agree.
Roe had the door part-way open when Fader reached past her, the palm of his hand slamming it shut with enough force to rattle the window on the opposite wall. Roe jumped but didn’t turn. Not even when she felt the heat of Fader’s body behind her, and the whisper of his breath along her neck.
*ggrrrrooowwwwllllllllllllll* I love Fader. I admit it.
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