The following is a tale of caution.
Yesterday, I sat down to work on The Hushing Days for the first time in
over a week, gathered all my scribblings of notes and mountains of research
around me and with great relief and a huge goofy grin upon my face took up the
life story of Rosabel Starling again until…
*cue the beat of ominous silence*
Fifteen minutes in, I realized there is no Rosabel Starling in The
Hushing Days.
Thankfully, there is a Lisabel Starling so I hadn’t suffered some kind
of delusional break while traipsing with the buzzards up in the mountains (see
yesterday’s post for those messy details). I hadn’t hallucinated a full-blown
character out of nowhere. I had simply misremembered a name…
*strike up that dirge-like silent
beat again*
The heroine’s name…
The heroine’s name of a novel I’ve been slaving over for the past five
months….
The heroine’s name of a novel which has taken over a complete lobe of
my brain and at least one chamber of my heart.
*cue the deep breaths*
I have since recovered from this shame. However, I present it to you as
ugly proof of the dark side of vacations.
Holiday wisely, my friends.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
