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So my book is coming along nicely. Not THE book, the one I've been (sort of) working on for the last six years or so, but the other book (or TOB... hmm. Maybe I should call it Toby... The Other Book, um, Yes? the Younger (a la William Pitt)? Yentl?

Anyway, the other book (now to be known as Toby) was concieved and commenced while overseas. Oh yes, it has a distinguished pedegree, our Toby does. I thought of the epilogue first (as you do), and was thinking on it so hard and so often, the sea of grey heads before me was replaced with the wonders of a ballroom and a lovely story between a bubbly woman and a relcaciant (sp? oh, who really cares? I don't even know if it's the right word) man. Those poor grey heads. Who knew staring at the back of American retirees heads while travelling around Scotland would get boring? It should be in the brochure. Anyway, we were in St Andrews and as I can't really be bothered with golf (it doesn't like me - Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden - why should I like it?) I went on the hunt for a scrap book. I found one, Toby was born and the rest is history. Now, I'm *this* close to finishing. Huzzah!

Today, I wrote the big betrayal scene that busts up the hero and heroine, only for them to be brought together for the big HEA. I had been toying for ages with what actually happens. All I was positive about was a) it would happen in a brothel, b) the heroine would be devastated and c) the hero thought he was doing the right thing. As you can see, the possibilities were endless.

I finally came up with a solution, though. As always, it was a bit of "What would Joss do?", or more specifically, "How can I steal from Joss and get away with it?" I thought on that scene in Buffy when Buffy and Angel sleep together for the first time. Unbeknowst to them, this leads to cataclysmic consequences, and Angel is a real bastard to Buffy the next morning. This scene, this beautiful, heartwrenching, tormented, evil scene, was the perfect catalyst for my scene. My pitiful, pale imitation of a scene, but still.

I love it.

And that's the main thing.

Oh, and that you love it too.

You should so buy my book.

When it's published. Cos that would, like, help your cause. In the buying.

Okay, I'll shut up now.