Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The Silence of the Blog
Just thought I should post a little note about my lack of posts. The reason's simple I'm writing. And writing. And writing. Since returning from Europe, I have become a word-gushing machine. This blitzkrieg-behavior (let the project roll over everything in its path) inevitably happens as I enter the home stretch with a novel, but this time (as I complete Book III, The River of Shadows) it's been more intense than ever before.
Last night Sandor Ott, the old imperial spymaster, threw himself down a hatch to avoid being killed by a black-powder explosion. He lay there with the smoking debris raining down on him softly, not yet sure if his back was broken, calculating how he could best exploit this act of sabotage. I felt we shared something: monomania, in a word. He lives and breathes conspiracies, I live and breathe this writing process. I'm dense about nearly everything else.
Fortunately my poodle, Chloe, takes me out for fresh air. Here she is last week, reminding me how to play in the snow.