Now that the Ghost Whisperer book is done until I hear from Ye Eddetor, I've been puttering around with some other stuff.  A friend and I are working on a comic book script for the Fantastic Four, a mini-series.  It would be cool to break into comics, I think, and writing comic scripts goes really, really fast for me.  The story is fun to do, too.

 

I'm also working on a Celtic fantasy novel, a book about the war goddess Morrigan.  The style I've chosen is slowing me down.  I think I have Morrigan's voice, but I have to think harder when I write about her.  She's very foreign to me, and her words don't come naturally to me yet.  It's a first-person book, too, and I haven't done that in quite a while.  I'm a twenty-first century American man writing from the point of view of a bronze age Irish woman.  Hmmm . . . is it any wonder this is a challenge?

 

And the book starts with a sex scene, to boot.

 

Weirdly, I've never actually written a full-blown sex scene.  I've hinted at them, written around them, and drawn the curtain on them, but never actually written one.  Not because I find them embarrassing to write, but because on-stage sex has never moved the story forward in my previous work, and sex takes up a lot of word space.  Morrigan's story, however, =starts= with it.  In the original myths, Morrigan is bathing in a river when she meets a wounded man.  She heals him and seduces him and they forge a powerful relationship as a result.  The sex moves the story along, and it needs to be in there, so I'm writing it and I'm writing well.

 

In the very first scene.

 

Boy, when I break new ground, I don't hold back . . .