We’re off for a couple of days down to Rotorua, the home of boiling mud, hot pools and the smell of rotting eggs. The husband has a conference there and after days of trying and failing to get my hero’s conflict sorted, I’m hoping that a break will give me some ideas too.
Rotorua is the ‘land of passion’ as you can see by this April Fool’s day ad that was run through various papers this year, so perhaps the smell will give me some inspiration! I am going to be taking my little laptop with me anyway and hope to have some time to give the wip a re-read, perhaps try to figure out just what I’m doing. I’ve got three strands of conflict that I could conceivably use but at the moment don’t know which one to pursue. And all three is going to be way too complicated to resolve in 50k words. I’m hoping it will become clear in the fullness of time but boy, the man is being ridiculously opaque.
Oh, and why Roto-Vegas? Well, it’s a bit of a NZ in-joke. We call it Roto-Vegas because Rotorua is NZ’s answer to Las Vegas. Don’t know why really because I don’t think there are any casinos/burlesque shows/huge neon signs/deserts/Elvis impersonators in Rotorua. But it does have lots and lots of motels/hotels and tourist type stuff to do, not to mention being quite expensive. Ah well, at the moment, being winter here, I’ll just settle for a nice hot spa to sit in with a glass of cold bubbly by my side, and perhaps my current hero in tight swim shorts to feed me grapes…but don’t tell the husband that. 😉