Two-Parter:-

Orange Kitkats

Orange Kitkats. Orange bloody Kitkats. HOW am I supposed to lose weight when some bright spark has decided to buy orange Kitkats for the work tuck shop? No, no, NO!

But they're so loooooooooovelyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

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Feelin' the burn

I wrote last night. Not expecting to, not having planned to - the weekend was dedicated to Husband and to equal parts fun and housework. But I managed ten pages at the end of the day.

That, of itself, was an achievement, but it wasn't the best bit. No. The best bit was how it felt.

Because I was feeling what the characters were feeling. Emily, the heroine, was scared for her life and I was shaking. Tristan, the French hero, was bitterly angry* and my every muscle was tight with it. They were wildly angry, and I burned with it.

That's when I love writing. When the emotion is in me, and the words move through me. It's liberating, energising, even healing.

Of course, it can go too far. My heroine is missing the little finger on her right hand, which makes hitting the full stop and 'p' keys somewhat challenging in her POV...

*In one paragraph I managed to use "bitter" and similar words like bite, twist, sharp and bit about ten times. This will change, but at least I can be sure what he was feeling... *rolling eyes*