One is a piece that she's writing as a contribution to a supernatural anthology. For months, she's complained about feeling like it "needed something." Fine, type more words. That's something. And in the end, she did, many times over. She did it enough times that she's finally happy with the story. Good thing too, because it's due June 30. But see, my idea worked. She wrote words, deleted words, wrote more words, edited words, proofread words, asked others to read and suggest words, and finally found the right combination of words. I don't know why she had to make rocket science out of it.
Then there's her other piece, the sequel to Move. The title is Obsidian, both because the stone is represented in the book and because it's a dark piece. Now she's chattering about how to make readers "feel" the darkness in the story. Really - feel darkness? What kind of nonsense is that? If you want dark, turn out the light. Better yet, turn down the illumination on the ereader. There. Problem solved.
Good grief, they call it art but it seems to me that they're just tormenting themselves. More reasons why it's good to be a bird.
Oh well, the writing does seem to make her happy. She sure does love books, anyway. If she isn't writing one, she's reading one. If twisting her mind up over them makes her happy, let her have at it.
That's all today. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a great weekend!