As my unwieldy wrestling with The Hushing Days continue, I’ve come to
the stark realization that the Romance Writer in me is schizophrenic.
Yep. Three distinct personalities trapped in one Chloe.
Let me introduce you…
1.) “Katie”: She’s the
hopeless romantic who wants every word, every visual, every supporting character’s
inconsequential sigh to be consequentially sentimental. Everything is for the
good of the love story. Love conquers all. End of story.
2.) “Pepper”: She’s my
munitions expert. Anything that could go BOOM!, should go BOOM! A walk down a
country lane is not an opportunity for a stolen kiss; it is an opportunity for
a runaway wagon (18th century time period, remember) to come
barreling through and leave behind nothing but angst. No love is safe with
Pepper around.
3.) “Blythe”: The scholastic
wunderkind of the group, she desires nothing more than literary grandness from
the story. Every sentence, every thought, every location shot should be
Dickens-like or Faulkner-esque or Hemingway-ish. She’s a pretentious little
witch who demands intellectual perfection. Love is a tool. Nothing more.
While I am of course exaggerating things a bit, these three writing personalities
are tackling each other over every sentence. It is, shall we say, chaotic.
No wonder my edits resemble a warzone.
*sighs*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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