Monday, April 17, 2006

Writing my little flippers off

A bit depressed, actually. I'm at 46,000 words in the crime novel (i.e., more than half finished with the first draft) and one of the murderers just got offed in a particularly gruesome manner by one of the heros. That was a gut-wrenching chapter to write. The kind of person who would kill a fellow human being in that manner is not a nice person, and putting myself under the skin of this person was like immersing myself in bile.

So anyhow, now you know why I haven't been blogging recently -- I've been writing fiction. Once I finish the first draft in a few weeks, I should be back to normal. Insofar as normal can be, when you're talking about a penguin.


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