Happy Friday, everyone! Another week of non-awesome progress on the WiP, which I'm attributing to the 6-week homestretch of hosting this (non-alien, allegedly adorable) parasitic creature. I'm sleeping a lot of hours, but not sleeping very WELL, which is totally destroying my "wake-up-at-4:00-every-morning-and-write-like-a-motherf---er" strategy for getting anything done, you know, EVER. (And let's not even talk about what a cruddy CP I've been.)
It's worth it, I know. It's cool. *weeps*
In other news, I'm calling this week "not bad at all" in the query trenches, which, of course, falls somewhere between "could be worse" and "only slightly anxious."
Let's just continue to keep our fingers, toes, and possibly eyes crossed for good luck for ONE, hmmmm? Thanks.
Yeah, okay. Let's get on with the show.
This week's obsessions are a pretty even balance between super-girly and super-Jewy. You've been warned.
Everything I was obsessed with this week.
Because I know you want to know.
1. Pinterest. Yeah, yeah, it's tired, I know. And to be fair, it's only a minor obsession. I made a board for Chrome, and it always makes me sigh with the pretty. I'm gonna go ahead and recommend it as an amazing tool for all you writers out there who are visual like me.
For example: I found these trees on Pinterest, which are now alllllll over Chrome City:
2. Anita Diamant. Okay. So, Anita Diamant wrote a bestselling book called THE RED TENT about 13 years ago that was a retelling, or fleshing-out, of a Bible story, which is kind of what I'm trying to do with Chrome (TRT is incredible, by the way, I highly recommend it for those of you who like waaaay historical fiction.) So I'm looking for any interviews, etc, in which she discusses her process. In this video, she basically tells me to...um...not worry about it?
"If I had known, really, what I was getting into, I wouldn't have had the nerve to do it, because if you mess with the Bible, you're gonna get in trouble."
SO! I heard it from the boss herself. Even though I know a little bit what I'm getting into here - because, hey, day job - I'm gonna quit overthinking the whole "who will I offend?" aspect of writing Chrome, and just focus on what's important - tell the story. Awesome.
3. Hamantaschen. It's that time of year - Purim, when Jews dress up in costumes, get a little more sloshed than normal, and eat weird fruit-filled triangular cookies. And they are awesome. I've got a tried-and-true recipe that I couldn't resist making "just one batch" of on Sunday. Or, you know, two. Whatever.
Last but not least - the WiP! Only a couple thousand words this week, but it's not for lack of inspiration.
Here's an early scene between Havah and Orev, after Havah has left Chrome City.
“Why is this dome that color? It’s so…bright.”
Orev laughed again. “You mean, blue?”
Havah had seen blue - neon strip lights when one of the courtiers’ children had chosen it for a party, or when someone walked by a holotree and it glowed the cold color. But this dome was not cold. The color flowed from rich to light, and something about its still calm brought peace to her heart.
Well, it was either the blue, or the feel of this boy’s skin against hers.
She reached up a finger and let it brush lightly against one of his. He did not flinch or pull away.
She nodded slowly. “If this is your blue.”
“Yes, this is blue,” he said, still studying her curiously. “But this is no dome. This is the sky.”
Havah turned her head sideways, letting herself smile a little. “Now you’re telling stories. No one has seen the sky for a thousand years.”
“Then we all live in a story here. Because we work and sleep under it every day.”
Havah gasped. “How? After the wars…”
“The wars were a thousand years ago,” he said, his expression still puzzled. “The sky was scorched…”
“And the air was toxic,” Havah continued. “And there were lighting storms. Yet I am breathing this air and sitting under this…sky…safely.”
“Yes,” Orev smiled. “Yes. It is an amazing planet. With patience, it can heal itself. Amazingly, we survived. The domes helped. But now…we no longer need them. We have to be careful, but we can live under the sky now.”
They sat quietly for an immeasurable moment.
“You are from the City, then," Orev finally said.
“Chrome City. Yes.”
“And you have never been outside the dome?”
