My two main characters in Cosplay Killer are obsessed with musical theatre. Here are ten of their favourite shows.
2. Six: The Musical
3. In The Heights
5. Only Fools and Horses
7. Jesus Chris Superstar
8. Little Shop of Horrors
9. School of Rock
Since Hamilton came to Disney+, I’ve watched the entire play about ten times. I’ve watched the first half an additional ten or more. The second half tends to make me weepy and I’m not always in the mood to cry.
Each time I watch Hamilton, something new seems to stand out to me.
Here’s a few things I’ve noticed.
1. Christopher Jackson’s face during the final song while Eliza sings about his story and slavery.
2. The brilliantly subtle moments of foreshadowing woven throughout.
3. (or technically, 2a) Burr’s ‘like I said’ comment at the first scene in the bar where Hamilton meets Lafayette, Mulligan, and Laurens.
4. The Bullet. If you know, you know.
5. David Diggs. His pure joy in performance.
6. Brilliant word play and musicality.
7. Leslie Odom, Jr’s masterful performance.
8. The emotion evoked by Renee Elise Goldsberry in Satisfied.
9. Jonathan Goff’s laugh after One Last Time.
10. The interplay between Hamilton and Samuel Seabury during Farmer Refuted.
An introduction to River from my upcoming cosy mystery, Poisoned Primrose
1. He can eat his weight in dumplings.
2. He’s 26 going on 67.
3. He’s Motts’s cousin on her dad’s side.
4. His dad’s nickname is Tomato–no one ever explains why.
5. His mum is Chinese.
6. He was named because of his mum’s deep love for River Phoenix.
7. Lives in Looe.
8. He is incredibly protective of his cousin.
9. Treats Motts more like a sister than a cousin.
10. He self-identifies as a Hufflepuff.
In Poisoned Primrose, Motts has a fairly set routine for her day. I thought it would be fun to share with you. She’s does occasionally deviate from her routines but not frequently.
It’s usually friends or family who force a change.
- Splash face with water
- Walk Cactus (her cat)
- Feed both her cat and her turtle
- Breakfast (usually tea + toast)
- Check email
- Make + deliver/ship flowers
- Lunch: Fish + Chips most days or a sandwich at her friends bakery
- Another walk in the garden with Cactus
- Relax watching YouTube vids (she doesn’t watch TV/movies)
- Dinner: omelette + cheddar toast
- Sitting by the fire, snuggled up with Cactus
What I learned while writing Poisoned Primrose?
1. To love writing again. And that was a doozy.
2. How to effectively use an outline as a pantser.
3. The importance of falling in love with your characters.
4. Finding that one character who fires up your soul to tell their story.
5. To keep notes on every detail of a character and the people around them for a book series.
….from Poisoned Primrose
Why did I agree to this?
And why didn’t I put on my coat or a thick jumper instead of this hoodie?
Motts pulled her mobile out of her pocket when it rang. She answered on the fourth ring. “Teo?”
“What are you doing?” He sounded angry, but his voice kept cutting out.
Motts walked up the steps a little way. “I can’t hear you. It’s really windy. What’s happened?”
Motts pulled her phone away from her ear when they were disconnected. She tried to call him back, but the signal wouldn’t go through. “Bugger.”
My favourite chapter from Poisoned Primrose is the one where everything finally comes to together. I included a spoiler free excerpt above. It was really hard to find a snippet that wouldn’t give anything away.
It’s where we discover *redacted* is the one to *redact.*
It’s the chapter where all the little knots I’ve tied into my plot suddenly begin to unravel.
*Redacted* appears out of nowhere. They’ve been slithering around in the shadows. And if I’ve done my job, they’ll be a surprise to all of you lovely readers.
And yet, that’s not why it’s my favourite chapters. Well, not entirely, anyway. I love it because of Motts. She’s wonderfully epic and courageous.
I adore her.
And this chapter solidified it for me.
I don’t remember what my word for 2020 was. Progress? It might’ve been ‘progress’. In all honesty, whatever it was, it’s become exhaustion.
Everything lately feels exhausting.
The number of conversations I’ve had with friends about waking up tired. It’s a common thread everyone seems to be experiencing. I keep reminding myself how we’re experiencing a globally traumatic and stressful event.
It would be more shocking if we weren’t having some level of exhaustion.
Stress wears you out.
Through the pandemic, I’ve dealt with:
– Missing days. Seriously. Has anyone else just lost track of what day it and then felt like you’ve completely Missed one of them?
– Weird dreams. I am the queen of the odd dream but since the pandemic, they’ve been extra strange.
– Increased anxiety and exhaustion.
– A perpetual emotional rollercoaster.
How I’m trying to deal with it?
Being kinder to myself. Indulging in video games and reading. Accepting that some days are just not going to be productive ones.
No matter what all those ‘goal gurus’ claim. In the face of fear and anxiety, sometimes you don’t need to push through. Some days, you have to find a way to relax.
Self-care isn’t always movement.
Some days, self-care is sitting still.
What about you? How are you coping with lockdown?