I was busy all day and feel like I have nothing to show for it. That’s not so uncommon, I suppose, but I do get tired of all the little things that eat up my days. Honestly. Anyhooo…. Today I mailed back the copy-edits for My Wicked Enemy. That feels good. And, I’m told the cover will have special effects on the flames and some decorative bits. That’s pretty neat. Can’t wait to see the final! Then I had a few website updates to do. That always takes longer than I want it to and there’s managing or posting on the social sites like Twitter and My Space. Sigh.
The first funny thing that happened today is one of those, it’s scary to be a writer things: I’m going to be doing a few chapters of Xia in the Point of View (POV) of Kynan, the hero of the next book (this is assuming my publisher will want to go to contract on more; with a fancy cover, let’s hope so!) and I’ve been wracking my brains about the circumstances of the chapter and the fact that I want him to meet his heroine (but not know it) in at least one of those chapters. How to do that, I’ve been muttering to myself these last few days. So in an unrelated plotting dilemma, now that I have my first crucial fight scene drafted, my vague intention was that someone — didn’t know who, would call Kynan who would then do some stuff — careful, that’s advanced panster plotting there! I mulled over a bunch of lame-o or otherwise unsatisfactory ideas and moved on. I started thinking about the fact that my heroine has called her best friend (Kynan’s heroine-to-be) to arrange a get together, only the big fight comes along and by the time of the meeting Xia and Alexandrine are long gone from the house. So, I’m driving home and thinking about this and admitting that I cannot leave this appointment thing unresolved. What to do? I’m sure some of you are shouting the answer at me. Bear with me, please. So, I’m imagining the heroine-to-be standing at Alexandrine’s house where it’s obvious something awful has happened, and I swear to Dog, this is exactly what happened in my head — Kynan walks up to her and says, "Are you Alexandrine Marit?"
See, the whole time, Kynan has been trying to get a hold of Xia but can’t because Xia’s cell phone was crushed in the big fight. So he finally drives over to talk to him about what’s up and there’s the heroine-to-be wondering where her best friend is. Two problems solved with one frightening glimpse into the writer’s mind. Sometimes it’s best not to look too hard. But it was like I was watching T.V. or something. Kynan just walks up and voila!
Another funny thing happened today. Over on the Crimson City blog where no one has posted for ever and ever, because, well, we’re done with the City for now, it seems, someone posted two comments: Here they are for your reading pleasure, along with my response since, for good or ill, they were directed at my book:
my mom is reading "a darker crimson" with the characters Korzha, and Claudia Donovan, and I think the third is Lath. she’s almost finish[ed] reading and wants to know if their story line continues?
Nice! I think. But, hey! not so fast, Carolyn!
never mind about the continuation, she finally finished the book. And is cursing…" how the hell can an ultra alpha gorgeous male die at the hand of a twit who didn’t know her own lust. As she is banging on the table and cursing at the characters. it is a anti- climactic book. why could they both have her. love on one side lust on the other, the dumb twit didn’t deserve her. he wasn’t evil just true to his nature, i didn’t agree with him but that twit should not have be able to kill him and he deserved better than her twit ass self." "maybe she could write that he vanished and he really wasn’t dead. he deserves love too and make the twit jealous. maybe when he died he regenerated and now can have someone else better than her and make her jealous he just should go out like that"
Oh. But the thing is, I don’t really disagree. My response:
Dear Anonymous:
In the un-revised version of A Darker Crimson Lath did not die. But my editor, and others, strongly believed that Lath had to die. ::Sigh:: So, I did the dirty deed. I didn’t want to do it. Honest. But, I understood the Lath-Must-Die faction’s point. It’s not a traditional HEA ending if Tiber has a rival for Claudia’s affections at the end. Still…
Lath was a total hottie. But with writing, you cross some lines, which I did with Lath, and see if you get pulled back. Which I did. If it helps, my story (DX) in Shards of Crimson, features a demon who doesn’t die. And I have a book coming out where I got pulled back at a different line, a little further out. (Heh, heh!) So, yeah, I totally get your frustration.
Thanks for the comment, though. If you see this, feel free to email me directly, and I’ll send you the original chapter where he doesn’t die.
And I added my email address. I’m hoping she sees my reply either over there at the Crimson City blog
