I love writing…I discovered today that my Marine has a new admirer–the slimy slaver she’s dying to kill, just to clean up the galaxy! And, ooh, is it making her mad, that she can’t get away with just ripping him to shreds… Of course, he’s trying to come on to her–ever wonder what gifts a slaver might think appropriate, to the first woman in years who’s dared tell him to kiss off?
Yes, these people are real to me. I couldn’t write them if they weren’t. And hopefully, when I’m published, I won’t be the only one who thinks of them (most of them!) as friends…
I was trying to “cast” my Marine, like other writers do, to help me picture her and her responses better. It’s not working out, though. Sigourney Weaver and Rene Russo don’t quite fit, and now I’ve decided Jeri Ryan doesn’t either. And they were the only real candidates. Oh, well. Maybe someday. And maybe not. The book’s written, hopefully it won’t matter much that I can’t find an actress to play her. Until it’s time to make the movie, anyway. Which I hope to have lots of control over!
I had to quit in the middle of chapter 18. There comes a time when there’s just no point in continuing, even when I know it’s going to be at least 12 hours before I can come back. Generally when I realize it’s been three paragraphs or more since I cut a word or two, I know I’m tired beyond critical thinking. So I go to bed. And yes, I write my blogs the next day, mostly. So you figured it out. Your cookie is in the mail.