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[dragonfanguk.livejournal.com]

http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2005/11/creativity-in-italy.html

This just caught my eye in Laurell's blog: "I heard myself saying to the reporter in Rome that creativity is like a well, and I'd been drawing water from the well so long that I was draining it dry."

Is it just me... or did she drain the well long before now?
Hasn't she just been drawing up the murky slush since about book four?

Comments

[saadiira.livejournal.com]

Nah. Only since just past Obsidian Butterfly. That's when it went from muddy but still drinkable to nothing left to boil and it'll still kill ya with the runs...

-Dira-

[dragonfanguk.livejournal.com]

Good Point...
I never got the chance to read anything past book eight... and those few seared my brain with all the porn...

I've only viewed the others by reputation, as it were...

[freyalorelei.livejournal.com]

I'd have to agree with saadiira...NiC is when things really started going downhill. Before then Anita at least limited her sexcapades to two semi-steady boyfriends (and over the course of eight books and two years, that's really not unreasonable). All hell didn't break loose until the ninth time around.

[dwg.livejournal.com]

From book 4, the books became something of a preternatural soap opera with Anita's woes about her boyfriends taking over the whole girk-kicks-butt formula, but she was still a girl who kicked butt and evil got its ass kicked in the end - that's the important thing. But no, it wasn't until NiC that the shit hit the fan and what was good sexual tension and Plot Device suddenly got all screwed up and we entered pr0n overload and the Worst. Plot. Device. EVAH.

Still, I weep for Edward. *tear*