I’ve been positively buried in freelance work for the past couple of weeks, hence the blog silence. Here’s the funny thing: with (comparatively) free time, I was somehow managing to miss my self-imposed writing deadlines. Now that I’m swamped and trying to hit one deadline after another, all I want to do is dive back into revision. I’m always far more motivated to write when I have to fight something to do it, be it a day job or a hard deadline. It’s kind of frustrating — why not do it when there’s more available, unstructured time? Why do I have to be so contrary?
Andrew says it’s the human condition. Art is oppositional.
Hrmph, I say.
On a different note, I just read Chime, by Franny Billingsley. I’d read a ton of raves for this odd little book, which was unrelated to The Folk Keeper, but had a similar spirit and was a terrific follow up. Billingsley is today’s Margaret Mahy — wild and bloody and unsafe — messy as some of my favorite Australian YA fiction, like The Tricksters or Jellicoe Road. The only unfortunate thing was that Atonement has such a striking, guilty Briony that I kept overlaying this story and its emotions with the other. Chime’s Briony wears the name well and certainly owns it — of course I wouldn’t want a different name — but I wish there were some way of compartmentalizing the Brionies to prevent one from appearing in the other’s story.
But how much do I love Eldric and Rose and Tiddy Rix? Lovely lovely writing and characters and what a vicious little world.