Royal silliness

I've shamelessly pinched this idea from the lovely Sally Quilford - mainly as a distraction from the editing pit, and also as a nod to the upcoming royal nuptials.

"What's your royal wedding guest name? Start with either Lord or Lady. Your first name is one of your grandparents names. Your surname is the name of your first pet - double barrelled with the name of the street you grew up on."

Simples.

Mine would be Lady Ethel Bomber-Coniston.  Which is plain ridiculous.  Bomber was a budgie by the way.  Not a fashionable pet these days.

I think you get the drift.

Losing words

Well, the verdict is in on novel 2 and it's mostly very positive. BUT - there's editing to be done.

And there was me thinking it would be ready to publish by Monday ...

The main thing is, I need to lose around 100 pages to increase the pace - which is easier said than done. I've tried shoving them down the back of the radiator, setting them alight in the garden, fashioning them into origami swans, sliding them under the mattress and taking an axe to the buggers, but the last time I looked they were - well, surprisingly they were still there.

I suppose that means I'm going to have to do it the hard way. By actually writing - or should that be rewriting? Obviously it's not as simple as lopping a few chapters off the end - the dynamic of the story will change with every word that's cut, affecting all the words that follow.

Obviously.

Which means I'd better stop messing about and get to it - those pages aren't going to magically vanish. Which is kind of ironic when you consider my story is about a witch.

Wish me luck. I may be some time.