I'm still whacking at chapter one of Liz, and I think it's coming along.
But, as I was editing along, a very strange sub-plot occurred to me. Really strange. Like, mythological-strange. But I like it. I like it a lot, and I think I may keep it. It's just kooky enough to make the rest of the kookiness make sense. Why not? It is fiction, after all. I'm currently reading a chick-lit book about Greek Gods who now live in modern-day London and can't get jobs (Gods Behaving Badly). Why can't I have a little weirdness?
Even Shakespeare did it:
Hamlet--There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
So, I'm in good company. Right?
I know. I'm only right if it works in the book. But now it's fun again. :)