Have spent most of the day being wonderfully lazy, hurrah! Well, I felt I deserved it after yesterday's excitements. And I probably also needed to recover from yet another disturbing dream last night - actually more of a nightmare I think. Bizarrely I and another girl (though I somehow managed to be the consciousness of both) were on a journey, but our fellow-travellers were being kidnapped by strange women dressed in black with machine guns. The girl and I were desperate to avoid this fate, but were unfortunately captured anyhow. Not entirely sure what happened to the girl, but the nasty women operated on me by removing a kidney and inserting a container full of purple liquid instead - as they wanted me to carry it over the border for them, thus avoiding the border-guards. Ye gods, what the hell is all this about??? I woke up in a right state in the middle of the night, and poor Lord H took a while to calm me down. Anyway this morning, I have no unusual scars so it looks like (a) I haven't been operated on by aliens, and (b) I still have both my kidneys. Thank the Lord for that then ...
Today, I've added another 1000 words to Hallsfoot's Battle and am now nearly at the end of the Gathandrian Library scene. Which is a relief as I do really need to begin to move on from there before old age sets in. Still, that's now 53,000 words, so I'm slowly slowly scrambling up to the big 60,000 marker.
Talking of writing, I've been rather amused today by a reviewer who managed to give a proper old beating to Maloney's Law who could obviously Do No Right for her. The amusements came when I realised that (a) she didn't appear to like gay fiction much, or the women who dare to write it; and (b) she was distinctly snippety as it wasn't anything like Ken Bruen's writing. Well, I'm afraid (a) is simply one of the genres I write in; and (b) is a great great relief, as I absolutely hate Ken Bruen's books (dull, pompous, overly complicated, if you're asking ...). So, double phew and put out the bunting that Maloney is nothing like that and I remain the innate genius I always knew I was, tee hee! There's a huzzah factor to every bad review, after all ...
And I've finished Joseph Brandstetter's The Little Dog Laughed. Another five-star sassy treatment of the gay PI genre and a pleasure to read (much like Maloney then). I particularly enjoyed the shock ending - what on earth will Dave Brandstetter and Cecil do now?!? To be continued, however, as there are still four books in the series to go ...
Tonight, I will be glued to the results programme of Strictly Come Dancing and hoping that Jodie's utterly beautiful waltz keeps her deservedly in for another week. Go, Jodie, go, girl! You have my vote for sure.
This week's haiku (about this week's nicer dream!) is:
The end of the dream
disturbs me; I close my eyes
and dream it better.
Today's nice things:
2. Writing more of Hallsfoot
3. Knowing I'm nothing like Bruen!
Anne's website - a good read guaranteed ...
If the reviewer doesn't like gay fiction why read it? Unless of course she's being paid to do it. There is no such thing as bad publicity!
I'm sure you could use the kidney dream in a story . . .
True! It's a mystery. I'm storing up that dream too ...
Well, I think you deserve congratulations on the bad review - it's a badge of honour, you know! The only people who don't get bad reviews or rejections are those who have never dared send their writing out into the world.
Very true also! I'll wear it with pride.
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