Wolf Mama is coming along. Things are progressing and I’m happy enough with the way Clara Tao is handling the situation.
Things weren’t quite so smooth initially. The tale jumped into my heald half-formed and wrapped in the accoutrements of Viking lore. Although I loved tales and history of those Dark Age pirates in my youth, the sheen has kinda rubbed off in the intervening years.
I almost ditched the project, chalking it up to another case of brain lock. After walking away from the machine, I decided to pop in on my folks and man am I glad I did!
My old dad is a bit of a Wild West fan. On the day I went to visit, he had camped out in front of the telly and was engrossed in some two-fisted, six-shooting action only slightly younger than his good self. Having inherited the old boy’s love of westerns, I fixed brews and joined him on the sofa.
Turns out it was a great use of time. While I watched some suntanned dude gunning down outlaws, I realised my Viking mamma wanted to be a gun-toting bad ass saving her babies from murderous demons while riding a giant chicken! I have no idea where the chickens came from, but things are going nicely and it’s great to be writing again!