Woke up teeming with ideas, but have been busy most of the day and they've gone away again. Sigh. I did manage to take a stab at the mini-scene I needed to poke a new plot thread into this monster. That's spoilery, so have an excerpt from an earlier edited bit...
I leaned against the kitchen table and got myself a lungful of air that didn’t smell of the root more than a little, and then another one. The table bucked under my weight and the sword on top made a dive for freedom. I snatched the hilt out the air and waved the thing at the room’s solitary seat. Harebell ignored my stab at chivalry and parked her backside on the window ledge. It was a great choice from where I was sitting. The sunlight behind her erased her features like the incoming tide rewrote love letters inscribed in the sand.
Thanks! I think they come on purpose on the day when I really need to work. I don't think Harebell's as cynical, but she dislikes my narrator cordially & is indifferent to how attractive he finds her, which is a characteristic I like in a young woman.
I fear they are gone for good but I'm trying at least to remember the joy of feeling creatively energetic for once.
Thanks! He's still under the influence of the vamp, but I think he might be beginning to remember a past love. I realised a while ago that I've neglected to provide him with a love interest, beside the vamp, but I don't think Harebell is going to work out from either of their perspectives.
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I leaned against the kitchen table and got myself a lungful of air that didn’t smell of the root more than a little, and then another one. The table bucked under my weight and the sword on top made a dive for freedom. I snatched the hilt out the air and waved the thing at the room’s solitary seat. Harebell ignored my stab at chivalry and parked her backside on the window ledge. It was a great choice from where I was sitting. The sunlight behind her erased her features like the incoming tide rewrote love letters inscribed in the sand.
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Happens to me all the time. *g*
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The sunlight behind her erased her features like the incoming tide rewrote love letters inscribed in the sand.
That's a great line. Whose features would the narrator prefer to see?
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Thanks! He's still under the influence of the vamp, but I think he might be beginning to remember a past love. I realised a while ago that I've neglected to provide him with a love interest, beside the vamp, but I don't think Harebell is going to work out from either of their perspectives.
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Great scene - very strong images!
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