Blog Flog!

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Greetings Lashers! With a quiet moment here at work, I am taking my first stab at a blog flog, because to me, this one was just crying out for one. I would say "a good flogging" but, well, I did it, so the "good" part remains to be seen. ;) The original entry may be found here.

LKH in bold
Me in plain
(the noise you hear accompanying this entry is me trying to open the Tylenol)



Okay, this is my third attempt at a blog today. Why?

No clue, enlighten us, oh Dark One.

Because the other two were too whiney for me to post. So, here’s hoping third time is, indeed, the charm.

Gee, if SHE thinks it’s “too whiney” then what must that say about us? Hmm...

I’ve been inching along towards the end of SWALLOWING DARKNESS. I thought five hundred pages would hit it, but if I ended here it would be a true cliff-hanger. I swore never to do that. But, I’m left with wondering how many pages until I can find a satisfactory end.

Possibly take out some of the sex scenes and have, actual I don’t know, plot?

I’ve never come to the end of any book and been writing so slowly. I’m doing two pages, three pages . . . I haven’t made even my four pages over the last few days. It’s no way to write a book. My leg hurts, and it does distract me. Today, I managed to be actually sick on top of it. Okay, that’s it, no whining.

Too late.

Maybe third time is not the charm. But this has been my day. Sick, tired, in pain, trying to find a place to end this book that will be satisfying, but not drive me and my editor crazy on the deadline. Even Christmas music didn’t cut it today.

How does she find the will to go on? Wait...in my worry over her finding the strength to make it, I noticed she said “my editor.” WHAT?!?! She has an editor? When did this happen. That’s it, I must check my calendar to see if it’s April 1 and not July 1, because this has to be a joke...

Tonight, I came back up to sit in the dark and the quiet of the office and type this. I guess that means one of two things. Either I’m hurting a little less, or my body is adjusting to the pain. Either way, you begin to feel better. Anyone that doesn’t understand that last bit, has never had an injury that didn’t quite get back to normal. Lucky you.

Lucky me? Huh? I’ve re-read “that last bit” several times now, and it still makes no sense to me. I’ve recovered from childbirth twice now, and as far as I know, I’m “back to normal.” Does that make me lucky? Did I get better or did my body adjust to the pain? I’m going to have to stop thinking about this now, because I already have a headache. (plus, my user picture for this entry says it all...)

Anita should ache in some of the injuries. Ache when the pressure changes. Ache when you stress it. Ache when you sleep on it wrong. Ache when you over use the muscles that have compensated for the original injury. I guess, if she heals most things, that she might get to skip all the after effects, even of the scars she already has; cool.

You’re right. Anita should ache, but she’s much too Mary Sue at this point for anything bad to happen to her. Ever. I think she took the scene Black Knight from Monty Python’s Holy Grail to heart and applied it to Anita. I swear, you could chop her up into bits, mail half of it to Norway, put the other half in a blender and put her head on a pike, and she’s still be yelling “come back, you pansy! I’ll bite your legs off! tis but a flesh wound!”



I did not flog her grammar...I've given up on the woman.