An Early Christmas Lunch
Mi batte, il cor ... O paradiso from L'Africaine by Meyerbeer
I’m not big on Christmas, but this year it has inspired my writing. I’m trying to write a brief chapter a day, so that when NaNo finishes, I have a solid outline for the whole novel. I don’t want to find myself with gaping holes as I’ve done in the past. I wanted to finish the latest chapter set in London so that I could move onto Eve’s trip to Vienna and didn’t have enough information to really take the plot where it needs to go. I then hit upon the genius idea of describing their Christmas lunch. Oh my, who knew you could get so many words out of a five course meal. I have to say, it did sound delicious, but then someone else was cooking it and because this is fiction, there is absolutely no goose fat all over the oven, and neither is there any washing-up …
And the picture has bugger all to do with Christmas lunch (although I wouldn’t mind finding a pair of those in my stocking), but it is relevant to the plot – it’s all to do with the Russians not having any boots.
