Too Much

I've been working really hard on my new novel Tattooing Angels. I wanted it to be a wild, rebellious novel about outlaws and self-destruction and it kind of is but at the same time the age old question of how much is too much starts to creep in. There is a lot of violence, necessary violence granted but sometimes I read a bit back and I wonder whether you can actually go over the top in a young adult novel quite unintenionally.

I want my novel to race with emotion and excitement while remaining true to the fact that at the heart of it is a love story and a murder that both need resolving. I want the intensity of the love between the two main characters to be impossible to ignore, but at the same time there has to be that innate selfishness that flawed the relationship between Cathy and Heathcliffe in Wuthering Heights.

Okay so this is what I am aiming for. Ambitious? Definitely but with commitment and a lot of time I know it can really work.

What has made it a little harder to write this weekend is our new recruit to the family... Darcy. An eight week old Jack Russell who was marketed as quiet is in fact a complete ball of madness. He loves feet, chasing them, biting them, anything really!!! Rex, my dog, isn't all together taken with him at the moment and they have to be constantly watched in case Rex decides that enough is enough!