As you probably know by now from visiting my blog so often, I am Canadian. In case you didn't know, it's written in my tagline (you should really pay more attention to detail). Therefore, as a Canadian, stereotype states that I need to be interested in hockey. Alas, it is true. I am a die-hard hockey fan.
Now, do not get this confused with me being a puck bunny!
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Puck Bunny (noun): 1) A puck bunny is a female ice hockey fan, often one whose interest in the sport is primarily motivated by sexual attraction to the players rather than enjoyment of the game itself. 2) The term ‘puck bunny’, which is applied almost exclusively to female ice hockey fans, implies that these supporters are ‘inauthentic’, not ‘dedicated’ in their support, and are more interested in the sexual attractiveness of the players rather than the sport itself.
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Now that we have that out of the way, I feel the need to repeat that I AM NOT A PUCK BUNNY! I am an actual hockey fan who enjoys the sport more than anything in the world. I have no desire to sleep with any of my boys (the Pittsburgh Penguins), and I think of them more as my brothers than anything else. My favorite player is getting married this summer to his girlfriend of eight years and I actually cried when I found out because I was so happy for them. No jealousy there whatsoever.
Except that right now, things aren't so great for my boys. We made the playoffs after placing fourth in the league, and we were set to face our biggest rivals in round one. (Oh, and another side note: hockey? Yeah, it's a we thing. The Penguins win? We win. The Penguins lose? We lose. The Penguins make the playoffs? We make the playoffs. The Penguins get eliminated? We get eliminated. Simple as that. Whatever happens, we walk together - it's the Pittsburgh Penguins motto.) Now, where was I? Oh, yes, the rivalry. The Penguins have never been on good terms with their cross-state rivals the Philadelphia Flyers. The Flyers are a dirty, classless organization who have absolutely no morals. They couldn't be kind to save their lives. The Flyers have made it clear since game one - after which they released a press conference - that they had no intentions of playing nicely. They had already planned to wear our nerves to the thinnest by throwing punch after punch in order to instigate as many fights as possible. Since when has the beautiful sport of hockey turned into a wrestling match? It's insane.
Anyway, enough about hockey. You come here to read about my book, right? Well, I hate to disappoint you, dear readers, but I have to admit that I didn't really work on it all that much. It's sitting at 59,304 words at the moment (261 pages) and all I need to do is tie up the ending. I'm planning on using around another three thousand words. I know, I know; that sounds simple right? Diana, why haven't you finished your book yet? Diana, what's taking you so long? Diana, it's been four years! Diana, please stop being lazy and finish your book. Well, to be honest, most of the four years spent working on this book weren't really spent working. If I was to restart everything from scratch today, it wouldn't take me anymore than nine or ten months to finish. Over the course of the previous years, I've learned many, many techniques to speed up the writing process while still producing quality work. I'll have to see how well I can utilize those techniques while writing the sequel.
Diana, you're rambling. Please, just tell us why you didn't finish your book yet. Well, the truth is, I've just been so busy! I really wanted to finish over the Easter weekend, but pulling all-nighter after all-nighter just made me exhausted. I fell asleep at seven-thirty last Monday night! Can you believe that? Seven-thirty! And this week, well, I've just had so much going on. I'll be missing over a week of class during this week and next week so I can't afford to sit around and not pay attention, because I'll fall behind too quickly, I have to work extra shifts this week, I have to find time to watch my boys play, and I need to sleep and eat. Sleeping and eating are the most important parts of that list. I've been going to bed at nine-thirty all week to try and catch up on all of the sleep that I've lost over the past month. It's just crazy.
Really, Diana? Really? That's your excuse? Yes, it is my excuse. However, I did make some progress. I went out and bought a one-inch binder - which I then promptly exchanged for a two-inch binder because the one-inch couldn't hold all of the pages-, a pack of recycled paper and a black in cartridge in order to print out what I have of my draft. I figured that I could get the first 260 pages out to the first person that would be looking over my draft and then just add the last 15-20 pages once I actually typed them up. Oh! And I also had an epiphany while in the shower before writing this. I now know exactly how I am going to end this lovely piece of work. It's going to leave you all hanging and you're going to want to strangle me.
Do you have any proof that you really have been hard at work, Diana? Why yes, yes I do. Would you like another excerpt?
"Do you remember what happened?”
I shook my head. “No, not at all.”
“Do you remember what happened the night we were abducted?”
I shook my head again.
“You have to remember something.”
“I can’t though. I don’t remember anything about that night.”
“What if I show you?”
I didn’t understand what he was saying.
“Are you sure that you don’t remember anything?”
“Yes, I’m sure! If I remembered, I wouldn’t be here talking to you.”
“Do you remember when I did this?”
Slowly, with his hand against my cheek, he leaned down and touched his lips to mine, kissing me softly.
Copyright © 2012 by Diana Knight
See, I told you that I'd been hard at work. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope to be able to tell you that I have an ending all typed up by the time I post next week. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Have a good night, and keep checking in for more updates.
Love,
Di
Oh, and as for this weeks song, I've been listening to Here Comes Goodbye by Rascal Flatts because I feel like the end of something important is imminent. I've watched these characters grow and develop and become their own people over the years. I feel like a mother who's saying goodbye to her children as I finish this novel. I almost don't want it to end. Almost.
/INCOHERENT SCREAMING
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