Nanowrimo Day 15:Lines I'd forgotten & notable...

Nanowrimo Day 15:

Lines I'd forgotten & notable nanos:

"Yeah, iron hurts him—but it'll hurt you, too, and if you stay at that size, just a little dabble'll do you in.  What's your plan?" 
I had to hand it to her—the girl had balls.  Solid iron ones, even, on the end of a chain.  But she was flailing for real now, and she hadn't even swung her weapon.
On a good night, they'd throw their panties and lingerie onto the stage.  On a bad night, they'd throw wings, fingers, arms—and once, a head.

This is the chapter where I give my friend Mace Frehley a shout-out, by using her skate name for the name of the Iron Smith at the Troll Market.  She probably doesn't remember giving me permission to do that a few years ago when I first wrote this chapter, but it's okay.  She drinks a lot.  ;)

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Speaking of maces, one is used in this chapter—do you know the difference between a mace and a flail?  I am torn between whether to change the weapon to a flail, so I can use a punny fun in the first line of Harlow's follow-up chapter, or just leave it as I envisioned, with her clubbing the bad guy with a sturdy mace.  Hrm.

(Oooh, brilliant, I worked it out.  Deb's gonna go for one of each.)

Soul-searching question for myself, for today:

Why the hell am I so good at writing fight scenes?  And why is this book so doggedly romantic?

I don't want to know the answers to these questions.  But I am SO enjoying writing this book.  It is writing itself.  Mega-fun.  Why did I think I was too good for lowbrow fantasy romps?  Egad, this is my medium.

Don't misunderstand me, I will still be writing serious stuff elsewhere, but it feels so incredibly good and natural and right to be writing throwaway trashy stories about fairies.

But I ain't writing no kissy-kissy scenes.

Beautiful painting from neverwozderland:

Peter Pan is the Fairies' Orchestra - Arthur Rackham