My first inclination was to entitle this post Wanging it because I like to replace i’s with a’s to convey a Missouri accent. Didn’t so much fly with the word wing, that’s another post, probably best written by Avery’s best friend Jason Erickson. 🙂
The uh, winging it I’m referring to is writing related, of course. I got a ton of work done on Day of Sacrifice yesterday and I had to giggle at myself for writing a story that has so much witchcraft and religion and world building involved in it. How the hell did I get here? I didn’t even try to be Goth in high school. I had no idea that paranormal and urban fantasy were not the same thing until a year ago. I’ve read one Stephen King novel, Pet Semetary, when I babysat for these people up the street growing up and forever had to run the half a block home that had no street light because that book scared the crap out of me. Never read Anne Rice. As sci-fi romance as I ever got was The Time Traveler’s Wife. I mean, did you catch that I used the phrase world building?
I’m Jennifer Weiner’s target demographic. Elinor Lipman. Bridget Jones’ mf-ing Diary coulda been mine. I worship Laurie Notaro. That chick, the one I used to be before I decided to write a YA novel about a girl with some sort of, I don’t know, power, knew nothing of THE CAPITALIZATION OF IMPORTANT NAMES. Now I’ve written a story with Guardians and Sacrifices. There are rites and rituals and ceremonial objects. People transport.
What I’m getting at with the winging it is, I have no idea what I’m talking about. The most research I’ve done is asking my Tweeps on Twitter what the name for a male witch is. (For the record, warlock is offensive and wizard is not right. A male witch is a male witch.) Another thing I’m not doing, however, is mocking anyone who does know about all of this majickal, mystical, supernatural stuff. I’d like to cut a deal, I’ll try not to offend, if you don’t pick me apart for making up names for things. In my world, some containers are called a potion kegs, okay? I figure it could be worse, I could have called them plastic mini-cauldrons.
I hope you all have a pleasant Monday. I’ve got to get back to my Guardian Angel, Julian, who is about to be threatened with wang removal. Kidding. Don’t get your ceremonial robes in a bunch.