Possession trance?
Jan. 29th, 2004 02:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purplerabbitMy writing continues unabated. At least two more chapters yet today. Tossed and turned all night, both my loves wisely left for more peaceful resting spots. After nearly twenty years of silence the voices will not shut up even long enough for me to get a good rest. Do they think I can write a novel in one sitting without sleeping? A wry voice in the back of my mind reminds me that is just how I wrote the 120 page Masters Thesis in Anthropology. It took a week then.
So mom and the guys have been feeding me and keeping me hydrated. Lon in cleaning mode drew me a bath and ordered me into it while he cleaned and aired out the master bedroom where I have been holed up for more than a week – only the last two days of it writing. (Don't worry, the bed and me have been cleaned several times during this period.)
Languid from a warm soak in lavender scented water, I lay down to rest. No they did not stop even during the bath. But I was sleepy enough I thought to finally rest. I woke panting, cursing and then laughing. I had written a particularly hot love scene this morning that had, for reasons I didn't question, ended with an almost classic kiss and fade to black. Apparently the characters in question decided that the chapter did not end there and continued the rest of the scene while I slept. I woke panting, realized what they had done, cursing profusely. Not to leave it alone, they had a response. I had earlier realized that one of the character descriptions is remarkable sidhe (elven) in description, though that is not what she is. Now another of the characters, raised one eye brow at me and quoted from Finnegan’s Rainbow, “Fairyland was Never like This!” That tore it. I was laughing, I was awake. I suppose I had better write the rest of the scene before they start an encore!
So mom and the guys have been feeding me and keeping me hydrated. Lon in cleaning mode drew me a bath and ordered me into it while he cleaned and aired out the master bedroom where I have been holed up for more than a week – only the last two days of it writing. (Don't worry, the bed and me have been cleaned several times during this period.)
Languid from a warm soak in lavender scented water, I lay down to rest. No they did not stop even during the bath. But I was sleepy enough I thought to finally rest. I woke panting, cursing and then laughing. I had written a particularly hot love scene this morning that had, for reasons I didn't question, ended with an almost classic kiss and fade to black. Apparently the characters in question decided that the chapter did not end there and continued the rest of the scene while I slept. I woke panting, realized what they had done, cursing profusely. Not to leave it alone, they had a response. I had earlier realized that one of the character descriptions is remarkable sidhe (elven) in description, though that is not what she is. Now another of the characters, raised one eye brow at me and quoted from Finnegan’s Rainbow, “Fairyland was Never like This!” That tore it. I was laughing, I was awake. I suppose I had better write the rest of the scene before they start an encore!
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Date: 2004-01-29 11:21 pm (UTC)i can't wait to read this story... and i promise i won't let my mother get a hold of it and burn it!!!!