Actually, I could certainly have my character know that, since said character has a doctor for a parent. And other character might well have been given blood pressure meds; I had a bit of this conversation with Teppy. One of the things MS does, as well as its medications, is to raise the blood pressure. But my character's also had a mild heart attack, and they'd be monitoring his BP and giving him meds to keep it down.
Hmmmmm. Because if he has nice new shiny bottles of both? It could add considerably to the tension when both bottles turn up missing.
Dancing in and interrupting to announce that I achieved 11 pages of wip today. Go me! Ain't no contest judge gonna hold me down!
Dude! I am all about the many pages of the WIP, and in fact, having just done five more, I'm-a back at it.
Go, Susan! You don't need to be takin' that shit off The Man!
Over dinner I was reading over the latest
Romantic Times Book Club Magazine
and snarking over some groan-inducing titles and plot devices.
DH wants me to write a book about a TV chef who discovers that he's become an accidental bigamist, since his divorce wasn't as final as he thought. The title?
Here's One I Laid Earlier.
Bwah! That's a good one, Susan.
Deb, I can confirm on the clonidine, too. It was one of the drugs they gave my son as part of his ADD regimen when he was younger. It took maybe an hour after he took it to put him into a trance. He usually ended up sleeping from it.
41,000 words. 198 pages. This is the scene that's offering to tear me in half and it's pouring like liquid.
Dayum. Riding the tiger.
Chapter 8 is done. I'm not even reading it back. Anyone around?
sent. I'm too shaky, or exalted, or frelled, or something, to dick around with chapter separation. It's Chapter 8.
Must go cry all over Nic for awhile.
