The knights who say...

This is one of those days when I really feel the weight of the novel on top of me. I'm sure I'm repeating images and character bits; the prose becomes more and more laden with placeholder clichés and deadish dialogue tags because I'm just too tired to think of anything else right now.

That's why I actually like the rewrite process. It gives me a chance to have new skin. The first draft is for pushing through, the second is for scraping away the dead cells.

Unfortunate juxtaposition of headlines on Netscape News of the day:

• Keep work stress in check: 7 tips

• Wine bars uncork nightlife trend

Cliché du jour: Bedwyr rode grim-faced beside me

Darling du jour: In the torchlight his face wavered like the moon reflected in black water

I'm not even sure that makes sense, but I like it. At least until I read it again some months from now during the rewrites.

Typo of note: The cursing of the ne... which of course made me think of the knights of Monty Python fame...