I was being good and grading papers (granted, I was drinking red wine and watching WKRP at the same time) when I was overwhelmed with an urge to move Mercie’s story along. Now I feel both thrilled and guilt-ridden. Writers must be a mean lot. Just think of all the terrible things we inflict on people we create. Good heavens. What would we do if we couldn’t write?
Oh, sigh, my poor characters–they have no idea…
One of my favourtie scenes in the movie, “Stranger Than Fiction” takes place when Emma Thompson’s character begins to question everything she has ever written and says, “Think of how many people I’ve killed.”
Don’t feel bad about moving Mercie along…at least you’re not playing puppeteer to a real-life human being. (I know, motherhood feels like it some days…but I’m talking about writing. *giggle*)
Oh G*d, when I don’t write, I’m the crankiest b. on the planet. (Make that a “B.”)
“When mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.”
Write on, my friend…
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blah – I meant “favourite” (and/or “favorite”) depending on where you live.
Too many painkillers.
xo
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