Ok, you either love em or hate em. In my case, most of the time they make me laugh. Not hysterical, omg that is so funny, type of laughter but I get a chuckle or two out of the good ones.
After my last post, I have decided I will kill off the character in question, as much as it pains me to do so. It really is the only option.
I am enjoying writing this novel but I have to admit I’m at a point where some days it just isn’t calling me. I know some say write every day. Others say take a break, work on something else. I think, part of me doesn’t want to see it end. Does that sound strange.
I think of all the great writers I have read. I think of War and Peace and wonder if Tolstoy didn’t want to see it end. Although, maybe after a thousand some pages, he was over it.
In keeping with my loosely based genealogy for inspiration, how about a Nova Scotian haunted by the ghost of his loyalist ancestor. This has been running around my brain lately.
I know at times, I feel as if one ancestor or another is haunting me. More accurately, trying to get my attention to get me to find something out or write about something. It is very illusive though. I can’t always grasp it before it disintegrates.
Well, it took me 50 years to get to this point. A time in my life to write it all down. Gotta say, enjoying it.