I have two in particular, without whom I would without a doubt be lost. They’re fantastic sounding boards and don’t hesitate to tell me when something doesn’t work for them with Dreams. One of them (AA) came up with another line of thought for me to take with my quasi-villain, Jordan. Since Jordan has been bugging me for the past month to do exactly what she proposed (letting him sniff after Chris), I think I’m going to indulge them. Thankfully she didn’t imply I should let Chris be interested right back, because that would be so far beyond the pale, Chris might well have rioted and abandoned me at the half-way point of Blood Dreams. She’s willing to put up with a lot so far, but having to flirt with the man who buried her alive once before and tortured one of her best friends was something she refuses to do.
So, with that possibility blossoming, along with my thought about Ares’ true identity still circling, I’ve got plenty of avenues. And, based on my word count after today (as of this writing, I’ve added 2062, and I’ve got at least another hour until the bedding is dry to continue writing), I should almost be at my 50% mark (if I call 45k my 50%, which I haven’t, but I’ll be close, dang it!).
And yes, I’m doing laundry at 10p on a Tuesday. My beloved husky peed all over our bedding at 8:30, so I had to do two loads of laundry so we could have clean sheets & blankets. Blargh. Oh well. More writing time.
And, because so many writers lately have been talking about the existence of their muses, I thought I’d chip in on the subject. Right now, I’m on the side of believing I have a muse. That’s the only thing I can think of that might have caused yesterday’s tingle about Ares. So yes, I have a muse and at the moment he’s not playing hide and seek with me. Yes, traditionally muses are female, but in my case, mine’s male and he looks like a cross between Anthony Caldwell and Marcelo Lucente. Lucky me!