Sometimes it just all comes together.
I was tweaking a scene from Taming Eliza Jane, pondering the fate of the chickens and listening to my mp3 player. All of a sudden, BAM! The scene, the fate of the chickens, a secondary character and a song all came together in one book. TEJ was supposed to stand alone, but what the hell, right? It’s all there, even the title. I can see the heroine clearly in my mind—especially the moment her inner hellraiser surfaces. The hero’s grovel moment. It’s all there, and it’s all funny. The only thing I’m not sure of it what she was running from, but it’ll come to me.
I’m so damn excited I can’t even be still long enough to make notes. Now I’ll have to write faster so I can finish TEJ and move on to BMB. It’s a good day.
And BMB stands for what, exactly?
Speaking of chickens…the other day at Wal-Mart I saw a whole package of Those Chicken Parts That Shall Not Be Named But Without Which Chickens Couldn’t Run Around.
Couldn’t decide whether I was more amazed or appalled.
And :wtf: do people do with three dozen…you know. :shrug:
Karen… I saw someone EATING them (this was on the Travel Channel… I warned Shan never to watch said channel from here on out. *I* was mortified!!!)
Anyway, whoooot! on the book stuff falling together. I just had a light bulb moment the other day myself, so I know what you mean! Ride the wave!
:boogie: and :cheer: and :woot: and Yay! It’s one of those Reasons I’m a Writer Moments!
Go Shan! :woot::clap:
definitely a chicken dance moment! :woot:
I haven\’t run BMB by the people who point out when I have toilet paper on my shoe yet, so it\’s still a secret. :cowboy:
They sell them…in Walmart?
I would watch and see who bought them, and then stay away from that person forever. :nod: And anybody who eats them, too. They\’re not exactly meaty—they\’re scrawny and shrivelled and…sharp…and…
*flees the room*
:cheer: Those moments when things just click always rock.
Chicken parts? :wtf: are the Wal-Marts south of the border selling that the Canadian ones don’t? No wait, I really don’t think I want to know. *chanting* Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance is bliss.