Woe is me! I've been battling with the latest chapter of the third Shaper book for days now. It's about Nystrieth, the main baddie, the Black Shaper who can kill with a glance, feels zero remorse and has evil plans for the world. We got a hint of his traumatic early years in A Shaper's Birthright, but it's the third book that will fill in the rest. It's all in my head, of course - I know him nearly as well as I know myself - but I'm finding it almost impossible to get it on paper (okay, screen). How does one condense the critical turning points of a life into a couple of chapters, especially when it's all retrospective and has to be easy-to-read, well-flowing prose? Now add in the challenge of making it sound appropriate for the age the character is at the time the event happened because we're reliving it through his eyes, but keeping it interesting to the adult reader. Way to make things difficult for yourself, Karen! Which brings me to the title of this post. I've just heard a friend of a friend's dog gave birth to thirteen puppies last night. My problems pale into insignificance. Time for a break and grateful thanks that I am not she (the dog or the owner).
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