Yay! And answered in email.
And reading writing books has had the salutory effect of bumping my muse loose on the original thriller. A couple of procedural points and I should be able to pick up on that.
question to the hivemind: How easy it to dislocate a bone in the wrist? I'm thinking of having the heavy who's menacing Ann on the train grab her wrist and her having to yank herself free. I'm looking for something that will cause enough damage that it can't be shrugged off but nothing incapacitating.
connie, I think bones in the wrist are more prone to spring fractures than dislocation. Depending on the bone it can be painful, but not necessarily incapacitating. However, in order to heal it normally needs a cast.
That would be perfect.
In what other field of endeavour can you happily contemplate the battery of a human being, dwelling in loving detail on the particulars?
Well, OK, but I don't know how to get started in a career as a dominatrix.
Wrists sprain pretty easily too.
Susan, excellent - and connie, majorly excellent. I know my wrists broke pretty damned easily when I was in that car accident.
The first half of 16 just went out to all who requested. There is half a chapter left to write, and perhaps a short epilogue, and then done. I expect feedback on this chapter, and misty eyes for the unregenerate schmoop therein.
76,000 words. Begun four weeks ago today.
NaNoWriMo can bite me.
You know I went for schmoop if I'm obsessively listening to the Corrs "Breathless" over and over and over and...
If I had "Knowing Me, Knowing You", I'd be playing it and sobbing like a thirties housewife at a matinee, I swear.
The first half of 16 just went out to all who requested. There is half a chapter left to write, and perhaps a short epilogue, and then done. I expect feedback on this chapter, and misty eyes for the unregenerate schmoop therein.
Feedback on 15 and the first half of 16 sent in two separate email messages, deb. Mostly though? Wow. Just wow.
the bus stop is a good place for things to pop into my head. This is a free-range drabble, not related to any topics but those inside my head.
It was a brownie. No, it was a brownie as clean and pure as the writing the books urge you to do. Free of fripperies like frosting and nuts. Heavy, rich. Adverbs could not touch it, "chocolately" was extraneous. It sat on the tongue like the divine exemplar of chocolate. It was a brownie Hemingway would have been proud of.
edit for late discovery of a typo.
Heh. And, being free of the frippery of nuts? It was a brownie I could even eat.
