*headdesk x1000*

And now I want a bacon-wrapped Snickers bar. I hate my brain.

In other news, it is snowing like a right bastard and has been for over two hours. And I got (yet another) rejection today, so I shipped the thing off to the place that's going to publish me soon. Now, Sold Soul is very very different from Zombies!, but I hope the editor likes that one too. Enough to buy it.

Of course, I hope that every time.

Words? What are these "words" to which you refer?

We're going to see Wreck-It Ralph this afternoon. Everyone I know who has seen it has loved it, so.

Oh, dammit, no.

We saw Wreck-It Ralph today, and it was just as awesome as advertised. My Inner Storyteller sat up and begged. I really can't turn that part of me off, and I loved how it brought together all the elements and plot points and things that didn't seem like plot points but actually were at the end.

I recognized both Pinch Points when they occurred. And that, once I got home, brought to the fore the current (second) Pinch Point I'm at in the steampunk werewolf western. Understand that, in my own writing process, I often (usually) start a project with no idea how it's going to actually end. I am a pantser by nature and that's how I like it, although it can be hair-pulling-out frustrating waiting for my brain to figure it out.

And I'm thinking that I may have to kill my preacher off. I've established that he Failed in Some Big Way in his past, and we're sitting at about 20 years after the US Civil War as far as my timeline goes. And I hadn't quite figured out what his Big Fat Failure actually was, but.

What if it was running off the battlefield and leaving his comrades to die.

And, right now, he's got my protag urging him to run off and get the sheriff, but the thing is, he doesn't have time to do that before the villains murder the guy, or do something awful to him, anyway. And his failure has been eating him for ten or fifteen or twenty years, whatever, I haven't picked an actual year, and at this point he may be constitutionally unable to leave.

Which means my villains certainly can't let him live and be all preachy at them. Hell, they might even kill him by accident. Or... the actual villain might kill him on purpose and the contag will be all "DUDE WHAT DID YOU JUST DO. JUST. WHAT."

Which creates even more conflict.

Hm. Me likey.