Lilith Saintcrow

My weekly post at the Midnight Hour is up. It’s ten things I wish someone would have told me before they set me loose as a writer. Yes, I am in a mood. No, it’s not anyone’s fault. I just woke up with a flaming plot bunny rolling around in my head and I need another plot bunny like I need rectal polyps. In other words, not at all.

I’m listening to one Tears For Fears song over and over again. You keep your distance with a system of touch/ And gentle persuasion. I love that line. It speaks to me. And it keeps the plot bunny at bay. Back, foul beast! I will not approach thee until I have finished this book! You may not even have a hundred words of info-dump, for that will mushroom.

I can feel the pressure building. Sparks snap off my fingertips. I am ready to close the circle and finish this bloody book. It’s a feeling of high nerves, like a racehorse just before the gate opens, knowing neither victory nor defeat, only the urge to RUN to beat the devil.

Last night I went with the Selkie, and spent a while roaming Powells on my own while she visited a meeting. I scored a Dylan Thomas and a Duras I didn’t own. I also scored, from A Store That Shall Remain Nameless, a Leadbelly CD for six bucks. Dude. Leadbelly rules.

All right. The gate’s open. The hooves are thundering.

See you soon.

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