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It had a note on it that said, Richard's. My first thought was why would Richard have any stuff in my house? I was thinking of Richard Zeeman, one of my imaginary friends.
1) You're fucking crazy, lady.
2) Wait ... so, he's "real enough" that you expect him to have stuff in your house, but acknowledge that he's an imaginary friend. Even in real life, consistency is not the lady's strong point.
The world, the voice, the characters all so real.
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The plot coming together, all the various threads, in hand, and we're almost ready to pull them in, like a handful of balloons that you drag from the sky and only when they're close enough are you sure what colors they are.
Yet again, the difference between LKH and real authors: apparently LKH just has NO IDEA what's happening in her own damn books until the voices in her head let her know.
A lot of people on tour asked me, how do I keep the characters straight. How do I remember what they look like? I told them that these are my friends.
Aaaaaaaand the moment of lucidity is gone.
But other than not being absolutely certain of the shade of blue or grey, I know my friends, and my imaginary friends, too.
Oh GODS. Look, Laurell, I assure you that NO ONE here has forgotten the exact shade of ANY of your casts' eyes. Why? Because you describe them EXACTLY THE SAME WAY EVERY DAMN TIME.
Say it with me, folks: DEEP CHOCOLATE BROWN.
I can tell you that they become real for me somewhere between book four and book eight.
And then I went rather too far and completely freaking flipped out.
I think my characters are like my real life friends, the people I like, I like more and more the longer I know them.
And then I abandon them when they start to point out my encroaching insanity. RIP, writers' group, Ronnie, et al.
I love my characters, I just do.
No, hun. You TALK to your characters.
And I'll let the resident pagans handle this one:
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2006/08/happy-lammas.html
It had a note on it that said, Richard's. My first thought was why would Richard have any stuff in my house? I was thinking of Richard Zeeman, one of my imaginary friends.
1) You're fucking crazy, lady.
2) Wait ... so, he's "real enough" that you expect him to have stuff in your house, but acknowledge that he's an imaginary friend. Even in real life, consistency is not the lady's strong point.
The world, the voice, the characters all so real.
ERROR: Verb not found.
The plot coming together, all the various threads, in hand, and we're almost ready to pull them in, like a handful of balloons that you drag from the sky and only when they're close enough are you sure what colors they are.
Yet again, the difference between LKH and real authors: apparently LKH just has NO IDEA what's happening in her own damn books until the voices in her head let her know.
A lot of people on tour asked me, how do I keep the characters straight. How do I remember what they look like? I told them that these are my friends.
Aaaaaaaand the moment of lucidity is gone.
But other than not being absolutely certain of the shade of blue or grey, I know my friends, and my imaginary friends, too.
Oh GODS. Look, Laurell, I assure you that NO ONE here has forgotten the exact shade of ANY of your casts' eyes. Why? Because you describe them EXACTLY THE SAME WAY EVERY DAMN TIME.
Say it with me, folks: DEEP CHOCOLATE BROWN.
I can tell you that they become real for me somewhere between book four and book eight.
And then I went rather too far and completely freaking flipped out.
I think my characters are like my real life friends, the people I like, I like more and more the longer I know them.
And then I abandon them when they start to point out my encroaching insanity. RIP, writers' group, Ronnie, et al.
I love my characters, I just do.
No, hun. You TALK to your characters.
And I'll let the resident pagans handle this one:
http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2006/08/happy-lammas.html
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Date: 2006-08-06 09:10 am (UTC)