This sounds like a post about planning to get laid and then having it backfire, doesn’t it? Or, is that just my perverted take on it? Well, it’s not. If I plan to get laid, I get laid, dammit.
Last month, I decided to whip out 20,000 words for a sub call about witches for Total-E-bound. They are planning their Halloween releases, and it sounded right up my alley. Of course, in true Kimber fashion, I over-shot on my plot. I sent my psuedo-novella to Lefty—-my wing-woman, my sounding board, my editor, and BFF—-who, in true Lefty fashion, asked me where the hell the rest of my story was and made fun off my bitchy heroine and typos.
Well, the upper word limit was 20K and that’s where I stopped. There was no “rest of.” But Lefty confirmed my fears. I knew while I was writing it that I had a ton going on and the page-space was running out under my fingers. I rushed some things and left way too many questions unanswered. So, “Spelling Trouble” goes back to the drawing board. I have a nice first 1/3 of a novel. 😛
Thankfully, Lefty is not only brutally honest, she’s also a wicked-awesome-plot-bunny-wrassler-extraordinaire. If the science ever permits it, I’d like to have her head sewn on my shoulders so we can combine our evil forces and take over the world.
Lefty, the hubs and I saw a commercial for “I Killed My BFF” last night, and I knew in a heartbeat that you are the one I would kill if I was on that show. I love you, man!