I got out of writing a sex scene. Hurrah. Thank you, Merlin! And now to do some jiggery pokery with lead and a quick mention of Nimue’s sisters and I’m done. Double Hurrah!

Turns, out in the home stretch, that I have to write another sex scene. Argh! That one jumped out of nowhere.

I’ve just completed the original one. Now I have to write another one. For the great outdoors.

Clothes on, I think, LOL

Merlin’s at 14500 and I’m on the home stretch. Big relief. Huge. Massive.

I just have to be careful that it does end, because I can envision strands that would drag it on and on. Going to Arthur’s camp… Going back to Camelot… But that’s not going to happen. They’ve sorted their last problem, are in the middle of a fight and then Merlin… well… not giving away the ending. *grin*

I saw The Bourne Identity last week and realised that Merlin is the Professor – Clive Owen. Without the glasses and maybe without the high powered rifle…

Anyway have to start writing. The Ent has taken the Hobbits to the shops. And I’ve just finished putting away 12 tonnes of washing and stuffing the 3 tonnes of dirty washing into the machine. I probably have about 2 minutes. Max.

This is part of the image that I sent as cover… inspiration… for Buying Mackenzie’s Baby, Stephen Dorff being Mack.

I think it’s just his jacket, now LOL

Did I mention that Merlin’s Price has a WMD?

I’m just a few words short of 14000 on Merlin. I think it’s about1500 to go. So another 2k to write (mustn’t forget to write the sex scene in, after all)

I just joined two more Yahoo groups. I swear, they’re breeding… but I’m only in about 15 – which, apparently, is nothing. A ‘proper’ author should be in about 100/200+, LOL. I seriously don’t know where others find the time. *grin*

I go through the posts on the web now. It makes reading them easier. Emails? No way. Eek! And I’m caught up after about half an hour.

Oh, btw my Yahoo Group is shared by a bunch of us. It’s Author Box.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/authorbox/
Must put that in my links.

Off to check my email again – I know the cover won’t be there, but I can dream – and then maybe write something… Maybe.

Another day wiped off the map.

It’s only 7pm and I’m completely knackered again. At this rate Merlin is never going to be finished and I’m not even thinking about Reluctant!

I webbed about for info on guidance systems for solid fuel missiles – see, I said it wasn’t the normal Arthurian tale – and have a fair idea how this scene is going to end. I just have to write the bloody thing. I want it over by the weekend. Mainly because I have to start decorating Samwise’s room and I need to write a bit of Alchemy for my Monday course.

And it’s February. Already.
Bugger.

I just got a request to complete the cover art forms for The Billionaire’s Seduction.
Cool. It feels a lot more real now.

And still nothing on Merlin. I vegged and it’s possible that Frodo has croup… I never know how to spell the bloody word and he has it often enough! So writing could be out tomorrow too.

Yesterday was an Exhaustion Day. I got nothing done. Samwise was on a vomit-a-thon… the first hint of a cough had him throwing up. It wasn’t pleasant. And I was just a damp dishrag.

So today I did manage to crawl out to my Anicient Egyptian Warfare and Weapons course. Luckily, there’s an ex-Major and a tactics/weapons bloke in the group. They’re filling in the gaps left by the tutor… which is usually the detailed interesting stuff. Ho hum.

I will try to get back to Merlin tonight. I was sketching out what needs to happen while I waited for the class to begin. I’m sure they’ll start to wonder what I’m doing, as I write nothing when the class is in progress, LOL However, the new Stargate is on… and more inportantly Series 6 CSI. And apparently Grissom still has the beard…

Okay. The Doubt Demons are starting to surface. This story is way, way, way beyond what a Authurian tale normally is. And because of this, is it complete pants?

I’m hitting all the marks for the various myths. A surprising amount actually, LOL. They’re just twisted into a story that even makes me go: “What the f-?”

Write it and see. That’s all I can do. And if Teebee’s nice to me (hi, Teebee!) then she can do an excellent Freddie Kruger on it *grin* Then it might make better sense.

But we’ll see.