Ding Fries are Done
I fixed the plot hole and merrily continued. Last night I finished off Your Little Sister. I now cast YLS aside for a new, younger model!
JUST KIDDING.
The title of the book, by the way, is Armageddon’s Princess.
Gee, I wonder where I can find some beta readers after my first line edit?
Ding! Next!
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The Moral of this Excerpt
Don’t mess with Bambi.
From near the end of Your Little Sister.
“What is your tactical plan?” Arune asks.
“Ivan here is going to scout for us. Beyond that, I plan to shock and awe.”
“May I suggest a plan for Judgment?” asks Bambi. “It may alter your timeline for capture.”
“Shoot.”
She tells us.
“No,” says Scott.
“Not good idea,” says Ivan.
“Lexus should not do that,” says Arune, a rare interjection, “and neither should you!”
Well dip me in shit. Bambi is really good at this.
I smile.
“Woman’s prerogative,” I say, ending the discussion.
***
“Ivan! Did you not tell them this is a bad idea?” Dr. Wheaton looks perturbed.
“Of course, Mary. But they are stubborn. Like you.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Mary, we’re on a path to Justice. Can you make a referral or not? Ivan told me to fuck myself with a broken vodka bottle. I value your professional opinion.”
She sighs. She looks at Bambi. She looks at me.
She looks at old salty Sheriff Sam, who give us a ride from the landing pad.
“Did you try to talk them out of this?”
“Hell no. I think it’s an outstanding idea, and I get to assist in the take down.”
She frowns profoundly. “I’ll do it. Ivan will assist. It’s not that I don’t trust someone else, let’s just keep this Tom-Fuckery inside the family.”
“Thank you, Mary.”
“I’m charging you for this. No discount.”
“Of course.”
“Strip,” she tells Bambi and I.
Whoops
This weekend I went full throttle. The end of my current work in progress, code named Your Little Sister, was near.
There I was, typing away happily, and thereupon I encountered a plot hole. Somehow, a sixty-four year old woman gave birth and her daughter is a major character in the novel. Now, this book is set in the future where aging is slowed, but still, sixty-four. The age does compute.
So I need to make her younger. Only, if I make her younger, he career does not make sense, and if her career does not make sense, then a major turning point in the book doesn’t make sense either.
Poop.
Thus, I did not finish my current work in progress. The plot lines are very tightly interwoven, much more so than my last novel, Bunny Trouble. This is a major problem.
Now, I can fix it, but that is going to take some careful plotting.
Chalk that one up to a mistake of inexperience. If I am not making mistakes, I am not learning anything. And I, um, have a lot to learn. Ha. It won’t happen again.
If you are a writer, have you ever come to a point and said “Uh-oh, what have I done?”
I just love the craft of writing. Even problems like this are facinating to me.
