I'm doing some final edits for The Scroll Thief at the mo'. Well, not actually at the mo' you understand, but in general. These came about because my editor suggested to the Executive editor that she read the book, and editors being editors...
Not that I mind. The amusing part really is that a section which was taken out, then put back in, has now been taken out again. It's one of "those". So now its gone, or at least mostly gone as parts of it have been spread over other parts of the book. But it's mostly gone. I seem to have an obsession with the word "Then" which I never noticed before, so the "Then" have also been expunged. I'm almost done. I hope. Until next time.... no, seriously. I'm almost done!
Then I have the sequel to The Wolf's Sister to do - The Wolf's Mate. I actually have a chunk of this written so hopefully it won't take too long. This is not my problem.
Oh no. The problem IS that e_w_h
told me about a dream he had the other night and then the plot bunnies got to work and I now have the makings of a space opera/dystopian SF epic* running around my head. Where I honestly don't want it to be right at this moment in time. Last time this happened (as you may recall) my alter-ego had to write a 90k novel in about 6 weeks. It's not on, I'm telling you! I can't do it now. I have other things to finish! And I may just die of exhaustion.
Out, out damn plot bunnies.
Good God, first its Spanish vampires, then its demons angels and psychics, and now it's resistence movements, underground railroads and totalitarian dictatorships! And wiped memories, resistence leaders, undercover operatives, lost lovers, love triangles, drug related counter intelligence, even perky teenagers....
Help me, help me!
Plotbunnies are BAD.
*Even more amusing in that apart from the "epic" bit, I DONT WRITE THESE SORT OF STORIES....