I think my stomach hates me

The thing I have noticed this week as I go through the internet looking for blogs or websites for my favorite authors is that authors are just normal people.  The pictures I have had in my mind of the authors have been almost nothing like their pictures online, differing greatly in age range and hometown.  This isn't to say that I assumed everyone lived in my area, let alone in the same country, but they are so widely disbursed that it amazed me.

I am in the middle of reading C.E. Murphy's new book Walking Dead, which is set in Seattle - a place where I am well familiar with the terrain.  It is an urban fantasy novel (meaning in 'our world' but with fantasy involved), and Murphy's writing style is flippant and provocative.  I'm loving it.  I knew what to expect because this is the fourth book in a series (yes, there I go again with my love affair with series fantasy books), but somehow after so long since reading the prior book I forgot how much I loved her writing style.  What I came to realize is that her books may resonate with me because I am very sarcastic, though I don't think this comes through much in my writing.  Although one of my characters takes on a bit of this style, the entire novel won't be written this way - it just doesn't match the story or plot line, even half developed.

Great news, though!  I have come up with a plot twist between the first and second book!  I can't tell you what it is (who knows, you might be a future reader...), but I think it will make things a bit more interesting in the second book (god, am I already planning on continuing the torture that is novel writing?!).  With a lot of work I have drafted the fourth chapter (though it remains quite rough) and will turn it in to one of my instructors on Thursday for her comments.  Some final changes need to be done before then, but it's taken a lot of work to get this far. I'm also meeting with my writing group on Thursday.  Here's to hoping for a little positive feedback on chapter 1 - maybe my dialogue doesn't 'suck' as much as in the prologue. 

I've forgotten to eat dinner, so I'm off to find something to throw together so my stomach stops harassing me.  It's funny the things that are easily forget when I'm writing - I'm just glad breathing is automatic.