WIP Wednesday - Heart...Break

The soundtrack for my novelette/novella/thing-of-undetermined-length is Once More with Feeling, you know, the Buffy musical. Of course you know--I've put a picture to the left. I think it's just an excuse to visit You Tube daily.

I've got a theory. Some kid is dreaming. And we're all stuck inside his wacky Broadway nightmare...

(Apologies, but sometimes you gotta belt out a song. Be grateful you're not in the room with me and a karaoke machine).

Barbed Wire Hearts (working title) currently stands at 10,376 words and is about a boy who loses his heart...

If made of glass, his heart would have splintered. If balloon like, it 'd burst. Where it once beat, it thudded, then dropped into his bowels waiting for him to shit it out.

...literally. I made poor Eddie wander around a forest with it dribbling down his inner leg. Although, I'm reserving my sorrow for Rose, she's just discovered the coroner's stitches on her chest. I don't think he did a very good job.

The hills are alive... With the sound of bloggers.

Why have I just clicked send and receive again? For about the fifth time in as many minutes, and I'm a) not expecting any mail, and b) not that popular (except with people who think I need a holiday, new car, viagra, or a loan etc).

One minute I'm in Word staring at the screen, trying to word the next sentence or figuring out where to go with the next paragraph, and the next I'm back on Writers' Dock or on my blog, or my favourite, sending and receiving. Then it's back to the WIP, to re-read the sentence that I've already read twenty times, and then back to the internet.

And as for control of my mouth - I have a nasty tendency of bursting into song (usually something from a musical) as if I was an extra in the musical episode of Buffy and everyone forgot to tell me they'd stopped filming.

Now what was it I was doing - oh yes, Once upon a poisoned apple...