Tomorrow I have to read this piece in front of my peers – assuming I decide on which one I actually want to read (spoiler: NONE OF THEM). That little crack at the end of my last post about not being able to do it because of losing my voice is actually perilously close to being true, however.
Still, these are my options:
1. The first 1100 words of the were/vamp/human cracky thing I started writing which has since become 32k+ and isn’t quite so cracky after all. (Even if the werewolves end up fighting a dinosaur. No, seriously.) I’ve also added another 1500 words from the middle, which deals with the death of an old man. Cheerful pre-Christmas reading, obviously.
2. A section set in Vienna from a 55k romance-gone-wrong, in which a one night stand on a ferry to Holland ends up getting my protagonist kidnapped by a psychopath and dragged lengthwise across the entire continent to Croatia. The moral of this story, kids, is never take good looking strangers with French accents back to your cabin.
3. Ridiculous trope laden werewolf romance, written for Nano 2012. Ugh, such stupidity. Why am I even looking at it? I like the wolf though – he has a dry sense of humour one doesn’t expect from a werewolf.
4. Another piece of Kaihopara, where Anna arrives in New I’land with Jared and the captain of the airship, Hrafn. This whole new world is seen through Anna’s eyes.
5. Something I wrote for my eldest daughter, who was getting a little fed up with all the boring vampire stuff out there. I said, what about vampire pirates and she went YAY! So I did this. #sorrynotsorry
And now it’s nearly 1am and I’m still sat here wondering what the bloody hell I’m going to read tomorrow.
Gods, I hate Christmas sometimes.