In this amazing animation, “The Black Dog’s Progress” by small time inc., a series of flipbooks tell the sad story of the Black Dog. I adore this, and have watched it over and over again!
*****
Ironically, now I have more or less recovered from cold number two, which I worked through, I feel like acting like an ill person. I want to curl up and read. When I should be ploughing forward with the novel I retired temporarily from submitting/querying and am re-writing. I had hoped to finish this re-write by early January, but not until I started did I realise how different it was to become.I’m very pleased with the changes and excited by the story. I’m into the third and final act, and all that really remains is to bring the plot to its conclusion. Which includes lots of action. (I love action!) At this stage, I feel I should be romping through the final chapters. Yet I have slowed down. Enormously. I don’t want to, and I’m not sure why...
How contrary!
A day off might be in order.
4 comments:
Oh, how weird. The black dog that is not your story. :0
Days off are good medicine!
I'm stuck right at the end, too.
It's a bit like trying to fit candles on a thousand year-old gnome's birthday cake. The first 20 can go anywhere. But the last 5...
Cate - totally weird. ;)
Natalie - I need to take them more frequently! :)
Whirl - glad I’m not alone. :)
Placing those candles with grace is tricky. And there is a fear of them appearing plonked down.
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