And to cheer up my day, here’s a picture of David Bowie in tight trews
Ahem. Such an education for a young girl.
Anyway, that’s enough Bowie-area distraction, ‘cos the important bit isn’t His Bulgeness, but the Labyrinth behind him. And if you’re currently writing / rewriting / revising your story, you’ll know what I mean.
I realised something last night, and it scared me a bit.
My writing style is changing.
Like the Labyrinth, it’s on the move, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
In a way, it’s kind of annoying me. It kind of implies there was something wrong with my ‘old’ style, and it means that I now have a novel of two halves – the bits I’ve re-written recently, and the bits I re-wrote when sleep was a blissful fact of life (i.e. before Emily came along). And so I now have not only the task of sewing up the gaping holes of my plot after my rather exuberant evisceration exercise (it was too brutal to call it mere editing), of adding in all the bits I had forgotten the first time round and all the general revising / editing of the stuff I actually want to keep, I now have to make sure all the bits have the same voice.
You know, I think Sarah had the easier task… at least she got to Oggle Jareth’s Boggle!
*trudges back off to the Labyrinth armed with a red pen…*
(Oh, and I’m thinking of what I might actually call this novel (Dragonsoul is thename of the trilogy, because I am nothing if not arrogantly optimistic about these things). So far, A Cuckoo in the Nest is winning. Although I did write ‘Cockoo’ just then. Uh, whoops?)