I learned the hard way when writing the fanfiction that eventually became Rose’s Hostage that if you ignore a persistent muse, it won’t do any good. It won’t go away, and eventually you’ll have to give it its due.
The Secret Book is taking over.
I’m calling it that because I can’t tell you what it’s about yet. I can only say this: it’s not like anything I’ve written before, and it’s HARRRRD.
The characters are more complex, the story is a little strange, and it’s going to require a ton of research, since part of it is set in the film industry, about which I know almost nothing. But when I think about it, I get excited, and that hasn’t happened for a while. Even finishing up Tunerville, which I do really like, didn’t have the same push behind it.
I’m still working on the RH sequel. And I’m still planning my holiday, which has morphed me into THAT person. I can’t shut up about it. I’m like that annoying coworker who can only talk about her wedding.
My train tickets are purchased, my B&B is booked, I have a ticket to the Harry Potter Studio Tour, one to Riverdance, and I’m set. Now all I have to do is wait. I’m not very good at waiting.
I’m so excited to go to the U.K. If England were a man, I’d say he was a bit boozy, a bit silly, and never boring. As for looks? Oh, he’s so handsome. I never tire of gazing at him. Every place I see is a new angle, and I can never look at him enough. I’m sure I’ll love his brothers Wales and Scotland just as well.
I feel as though I’m traveling to meet a lover. Who knows? Maybe I am, and I don’t know it yet. The world is a magical place, and anything can happen.
In the meantime, I’m trying to get some work done. I’ll get that next vocabulary post up. It’s been bugging me that I didn’t get that to you earlier.
Have a wonderful week, and I’ll see you soon.