Sunday 27 February 2011

Incommunicado (almost.)

The grey blanket has descended again. I just can’t seem to shake the bloody thing off for longer than a few hours, or a day or two at most, lately. Two bright spots in the day, though:

In Mists, Morgaine has just been betrayed by prize bitch Guinevere. But now she’s being chatted up by a handsome young knight and she’s all girly and cheerful again. I like it when Morgaine is happy.

Editing the novel is like taking the journey with my leading lady all over again (to know who my leading lady is, you’d have to read the story and know a bit about Gaelic folklore.) I just finished what I think is the best chapter, and by the end of it I was almost as relieved and emotional as the MC. The Hungry Ghost Realm is not a nice place to be.

2 comments:

Anthropomorphica said...

Ah, missed your blog lately Jeff but am on my way back soon. Those Hungry Ghosts, think there icy fingers have been prodding me too. I'll be back soon for a catch up Mr Beazley!!

JJ said...

Missed you too, Mel. I've been wondering whether you're OK. I keep popping over to your blog just to look at the Stolen Ones. They really are very engaging, you know.

The Hungry Ghost Realm is where the travellers have just been in the novel. It's the lowest of the Wheels of Life in Tibetan Buddhism, though I'm unsure whther it comes from China originally. I first heard it from a Chinese woman, and she wasn't a Buddhist.