Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I blame Anne of Green Gables for making me want to put an "e" on the end of my name, even though it would look stupid to do so.
I blame Madeleine L'Engle and Mrs. Who for making me quote Pascal, in French, at inopportune moments.
(Le cœur a ses raisons, que la raison ne connaît point. The heart has its reasons, whereas reason knows nothing.)
I blame Laura Ingalls Wilder for making me think salt pork, cornmeal, and molasses should be a staple in my pantry.
I blame J.R.R. Tolkien for introducing me to Legolas. I am still bitter that I don't have half-elven children.
I blame Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for making me wish the Whipple Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight bar actually existed.
I blame J. K. Rowling for making me really, really, really hate doing the dishes by hand.
Just wanted to vent a little. Fiction is hard on me sometimes.
What about you?
Don't forget to check out Laura Diamond's Sisterhood of the Traveling Blog post on what to do when you've lost your writing mojo. My turn to answer is coming next week. :)