That's how much I wrote last night. In my defense, it was single-spaced. ;-)
Thankfully, I took a shower before I finished the scene, otherwise I would have veered off into dangerous territory. Isn't it funny how thoughts hit you while you're doing mundane things? I've come up with some great ideas in the shower - I've heard of other writers doing the same. Last night I knew I had a problem with the scene I was working on. And just as I turned off the water, the solution hit me - maybe it was helped by the cold air - but I knew I couldn't travel down this particular road in my manuscript.
As I was madly typing away, hubby called. As I told him about the retribution I had planned for my villain, I heard a big sigh on the other end of the line.
"What?" I said, somewhat defensively.
"Well, that's so...typical."
"Typical?" I shouted. Ok, maybe not shouted, but my voice definitely raised an octave.
"Now don't get upset. You asked for my opinion."
"Yeah, I did," I grumbled. "Ok, tell me what your idea is."
"Well, it's gotta be full of action! Y'know, the hero confronts the villain, there's a big fight, and the villain doesn't just give up like a wuss. No...he has to keep fighting!"
"Um, do you want the villain to win?"
"Then why can't I do it my way?"
Another long sigh. "Well, your way is...boring."
"BORING?" (Yes, I shouted this time.)
"Hey, it's your book!"
So now I've thought about how I've planned the villain's demise, and I wonder if it has enough action to entertain the hubby. Maybe I'll throw in a good fight scene just for him. ;-)
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