Walking down the street to meet Husband…I get in the car, and he’s laughing. “You look like un animal!” This is how Mrs Fringe knows it’s time for a haircut. For now, I stuck a clip in my hair. But I’m going to follow this thought for a bit.
I did take a few days off after finishing the first draft, and just read. One of the books I read was The Wolf Gift, by Anne Rice. She is one of those authors who provokes strong responses among her readers. You love her or hate her. I love her. I’ve heard for years about her not taking editorial suggestions anymore. Have I seen it in her books? Maybe, sometimes, but nothing enough to interrupt the suspension of disbelief. With Rice, I’ve fallen in love with angels, vampires, mummies, witches, castrati, New Orleans, the gens de couleur libres, and became fascinated by thoughts of the early life of Christ. Yes, her prose tends towards purple, but wow, can she tell a story. And sexy. Leaving her erotica books out of it, her writing, her characters, ooze sensuality. Not my writing style, but as a reader I adore her details and world building.
I have to say, I was disappointed in The Wolf Gift. The MC didn’t feel believable, even before he turned into a werewolf. And I couldn’t suspend disbelief for the whole were/woman secksy times. Even putting smell to the side (very hard for me to do), how in the world were they kissing when he had a snout? I watch True Blood, love it (no, don’t love the books it’s based on), but when Sookie and Alcide were smooching, he was in human form. Guess I’m just a prude–who needs a haircut, so Husband isn’t accused of kissing a mangy lion.
I’ve begun the process of reading my manuscript, cleaning up noticeable, small errors; making more notes for things I want to add or change, and writing an expanded outline based on what’s there. Playing with the idea of adding another character and subplot, I feel like the story is missing…something.
But I’m taking it slow, it’s too soon to rip it apart completely, I need some distance. I’m worn out, and I suppose this post reflects the way my brain has been unfocused over the past week. Flower Child has been focused on her art, drawing a lot of trees, so we’ve both been paying attention. The other day, I took some more bad NY wildlife photos. Obviously, I have to share them here.