Kidding. But sheesh, the number of blog hits. It's like the
adage that if you want teens to read your YA novel, stick a vampire in it.
Clearly I should write about Lauren Kieffer a lot more often.
I'm not sure when I'll be able to post this. We had a storm
last night that seems to have taken out the internet. I'm appalled by how much
this has hampered my work. I'm supposed to be emailing my editor some
last-minute corrections to The War That Saved My Life, but guess what? No
email. I've typed the corrections and printed them out, and if I can get her to
send me a fax number I'll fax them to her.
In the old days we used actual mail service for this sort of
thing, and it was fast enough.
Meanwhile, my new laptop's trick of saving my new manuscript
"on the cloud" is looking like a fairly stupid idea.
Speaking of stupid ideas, I had one the other day. I was
writing a pretty funny scene in my new novel, and though I knew I'd gotten the
basic idea from something I'd read elsewhere, I thought I'd gotten it from a
Dorothy Sayers mystery novel written during WWII, so therefore practically research
material, so therefore mostly legit. But I felt unsure about it, so I found
myself recounting just that one scene to some of my book club members, who
nodded and said, "Right. Like in The Guersney Literary and Sweet Potato
Peel Pie Society."
Yikes. Busted. This is precisely why I try to
stay away from all fiction pertaining to the setting or subject of my current
novel. I read so much, and it all gets churned up in my head. Anyway, I think
the humor of the scene was sort of leading the novel in the wrong direction
anyway. I've been staying away from my keyboard in favor of
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