Getting hung up on "getting it right the first time" has slowed me down so much in the past.

Lizard, stuff you're thankful for, right?

D'you mean my tagline, erika?

(for posterity--

Ice-rinks in summer, well-made pornography, the voice of Amy Ray, the voice of Brian Molko, the voice of Mark Morford; too much hyphenation, too much candy, Catholic grade school, the federal library system, love and luck.

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It's, yeah, but it's more of a origins-of-me (or -us) thing-- it was written when Reema and I were larkily setting up a fake Amazon.com wedding registry and they asked for a 255-character description of you.

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Yeah, that's what I thought. And it's a little early, but only a little.

673 words. But I caught a good solid glimpse of the plot.

Didn't write a damn word today. Thought I'd flee to the refuge that is the Buffistas for affirmation, when I realized that this might not be an affirmation motivation time, but a motivation by ass-kicking time.

Nonetheless. Here I am. Didn't write a damn word. Didn't write the newsletter either. Didn't even watch football. Watched Joe Schmoe and the Practice instead.

I did, however, cook, launder, haul firewood and play with the dog. I suspect that my life is a reality show.

I wrote 2500 words of fic today. Go me.

Manuscript and partials mailed yesterday, priority mail, so hopefully they'll have wended their way to the opposite side of the country by the middle of the week.

Meanwhile, I have a truly nasty cold, and I don't get my usual Monday and Tuesday off this week, because I'm coordinating the biggest event of the year at work on Wednesday. So for now I'm taking it easy. But I'm taking Thursday and Friday off instead, which'll give me six straight days away from the House of Soulsuck, and one of the things I'm going to do then is start the next novel. The plot is starting to fall into my place in my head, and I'm looking forward to digging back in.

A question, based on the plot as it stands so far: Supposing you had a woman who was in an unhappy marriage, not because she or her husband was a cruel or horrible person, but just because they weren't well-matched but didn't realize it until it was too late, this being 1811 and divorce for a little thing like incompatibility not really an option. Further suppose this woman developed a completely platonic friendship with another man, and occasionally wistfully thought how nice it would be to get the same level of respect from and have the same camaraderie with her husband. Conveniently for my plot, the husband dies. At some point thereafter (how long thereafter to be determined), the woman and the other man find themselves thrown together under perilous conditions, at which time they become lovers.

What I'm trying to work out is how long a period I need between the husband's death and the woman (Anna) beginning her affair with Man #2 (Jack). In several ways, the plot will go easier if it's quickly--as in, inside a month. If I drag it out too long, I have to find a reason to keep Anna in Portugal/Spain when logic would dictate that, her husband dead, she'd return home to England. Also, since I'm planning that Anna get pregnant with Jack's child, if the interval is short, I get some nice awkwardness with her knowing full well it's not her husband's baby, but others not being quite so sure. My only question is, will readers sympathize with a woman who sleeps with and falls in love with another man so quickly after her husband's death, given that their marriage was in bad shape? Because if readers don't sympathize with the heroine, I'm kinda screwed.

My only question is, will readers sympathize with a woman who sleeps with and falls in love with another man so quickly after her husband's death, given that their marriage was in bad shape?

Readers forgave Scarlett O'Hara for far, far worse. The trick is, you have to make the reader commit to the heroine and her goals before she does the questionable thing. So she shows up, she's a good woman in a bad marriage, she's trying to make things right, and he dies. At that point the reader is rooting for her and wants her to be happy.

I would sympathize, Susan, and it's not the first time I've read a book based on a similar type of incident. If it could be a comfort type of thing, most especially, that would be good. She ought to be sad her husband died, you know? So, a little comfort that turns to something else? That's not a bad thing.

I read about Betsy finding plot nibbles and went away thinking. I think my muse thinks its in competition with Betsy's muse, because it started talking plot, too. Now, I'm going to go write some more. I am excited. I thought I was going to bomb at this thing.

Liese, I used to visit a church on the Navajo Res. My parents were friends with the pastors when my parents pastored a church in Flag. Do you, by any chance, know [a certain particular pair of people by the name of (edited out for a faint sense of privacy)] Yazzie? A pretty common name, I know, but the two together might ping. I don't remember where the church was located, though not more than a few hours from Flagstaff.

I would sympathize, Susan, and it's not the first time I've read a book based on a similar type of incident. If it could be a comfort type of thing, most especially, that would be good. She ought to be sad her husband died, you know? So, a little comfort that turns to something else? That's not a bad thing.

She's sad that he died, of course, but at the same time feels a certain guilty gladness that she's not tied him for the next fifty years, though she's horrified at herself for even thinking such a thing. And the affair with Jack isn't so much about comfort as the classic love sped up by Mortal Peril. Alone behind enemy lines, he gets shot protecting her, she nurses him back to health, significant glances become significant touches, and there you are.

Readers forgave Scarlett O'Hara for far, far worse. The trick is, you have to make the reader commit to the heroine and her goals before she does the questionable thing.

True, and I can think of at least one romance that pulled off a heroine and hero falling for each other while she was still married to another man very successfully indeed. (Mary Jo Putney's Shattered Rainbows.) She didn't get them together quite so quickly in the aftermath, but IIRC they did acknowledge their mutual attraction before the husband died, which doesn't happen in mine.