I am slowly (say that very slowly, pun intended) getting back to my writing, though for reason(s) I can't fully fathom, my inspiration doesn't seem to 'stick' in my brain for long and I have, lately, more often than not, scrambling for a brilliant idea I had had just a moment ago only to stare blankly at the blank paper.
I am currently focussing heavily on the 'Evelyn' novel (huffing slightly here because it means I'm neglecting Michael & Lizzy, which was... oh-so-close to being wrapped up). And Evelyn turned out to be the darkest novel I've ever attempted so far.
Not witchcraft stuff, I don't think I'd ever dwelve into that genre. But, compared to Eleanor and Elizabeth, my previous main characters, Evelyn had the darkest, most haunted past. Her profession was one that required her to be fit and able to take a punch (I hope I didn't give away too much there...), as well as delivering one back. And as a consequence, I find myself searching deep into the soul of a villain, researching the various ways he could inflict the most unimaginable pain to his targeted victim. I find myself thinking of synonyms of 'sending a blow', refusing to write 'punch' and 'kick' for the umpteenth time.
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