Once again I’m trying to resist reading a book by Tim Powers: On Stranger Tides. Damn the man! (and a milder damn to my friend Ken who sent me the book for my birthday–I love it, you rat!) I’m doing better with the manuscript–crossed 40,000 words today–but it’s still a bit of a struggle and distractions like pirate adventures by my favorite whacko writer of historic oddity and magical skullduggery are not helping me to concentrate. They just make me think I need another fight scene. And more action. And a couple of pirates.
Stop distracting me, you you… WRITER!
Once again I resort to my RASFiC whine of “Darn you Tim Powers!” (why do you have to write so good?)