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Anyone who's been keeping up with LKH's blog knows that Danse Macabre is setting up to be a long one.

A really, really long one.



LKH in italics

The book is kicking my butt. Over nine hundred pages and the end is only a misty image on a horizon that no longer seems to get any closer.


... ye gods and little fishes. What is this, War and Peace?

Seriously, what is this attitude of "It just keeps growing! I can't stop it!"? Does she even have an editor anymore? Or are they ded from pr0n?

I can't emphasize how deeply two things distress me: 1) an author's reluctance to cut scenes from their manuscript, as if it were Holy Writ, and 2) the implication (which is pretty strong, here, I feel) that said Writ will go straight from the author's desk to the publishing house, with maybe a brief stop at a proofreader's in between.

I know it's a moot point with Hamilton -- she seems to believe that everything she writes is pertinent to the series, monotonously scripted sex scenes and all. But it doesn't keep my head and my desk from reuniting. Often.


I'd planned on writing about how Jon and I celebrated our anniversary. I'd planned on talking about character creation since I'm being forced to come up with new characters, because my stable of regulars is empty.


...she what?

She did WHAT?

More original characters? (If I were a braver woman, I'd do a running tally of the new, useless characters she's created since... oh, Micah. But that would require me to actually read Incubus Dreams.)

And what the hell does that mean, her "stable" (and damn her for using her that word, it gave me the happy mental image of the old, badass Jean-Claude riding Jason around like a pony, complete with bridle and crop, and thus I weep for What Might Have Been) of regulars is "empty?" She couldn't have killed them off, we know she hates that. Are they busy fucking other people possessed by mystical lust? (I hope so, for their sakes.) For behold, I am full of whatthefuck.


This book has fuckin' drained me.


Lady, reading ABOUT your last book drained ME.


I'd planned on doing a lot of things, but if I don't make actual pages on the current book none of the rest matters, so I'm back to work. Charlie Brown Christmas on the player, and away we go.


... not going to touch that one. Not.

*will now always hear the Charlie Brown kids singing about the baby Jesus whenever she reads about another spine-twisting, "rainmaking" orgasm, and is doomed to insanity*

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[klmorgan.livejournal.com]

I am, sadly, totally serious.

I haven't read ID either -- but dwg, who's a stronger woman than me, did an exhaustive (and hilarious) chapter-by-chapter summary, which you can find in her memories (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=dwg&keyword=Incubus+Dreams&filter=all). She's a saint for doing so.

Warning: don't read those while eating or drinking. Or just after you've eaten.

Actually, I'd recommend at least two shots of tequila before getting any closer.