I have just woken up from a dream where I was standing trial in a packed out Great Pit of Daznak, the theme tune from Games of Thrones blaring whilst I was being cross-examined about whether or not I actually owned my own words.

The Great Pit of Daznak – © http://gameofthrones.wikia.com

I’m currently throwing everything at restructuring my novel and during my downtimes, I have been relaxing… binge watching Game of Thrones.  Now, the two have collided in my dreams.

© harrylyn.com

“Do you own this comma?”

“I do M’lady, yes, his name is Cid and I also own that full stop.”

“Do you know that Cid is in the wrong place?”

“Is he?”  

“He is and it’s a crime under Meereenian law to put a comma in the wrong place and what’s more, I see from your manuscript that it’s not only Cid who is in the wrong place.”  The crowd gasps.

“Really?”  I am mortified.

The Queen sighs heavily and nods her head.

“There would appear to be a whole army of Dothraki, Second Sons and Unsullied Cids in the wrong place…”  Time for me to gasp as I hear the sound of knives being sharpened.  “…and the penalty for this blatant assault on good grammar is… consistent revision until you get it right and I will be lenient with you.”  Disappointed murmurings from the crowd.  “You have six weeks to revise the manuscript.” 

“But, M’lady,” I whimper, “what if I don’t write it right in six weeks… it’s not very long.”

“You will endure a Walk of Atonement.”  There are cheers from the crowd, with a few sighs… “Shame she’s not built like Cersei!”

Cue for Shorkon, my fearless Shorkie, to rescue me from the Great Pit.

Ah, well, it’s a good job this edit is not getting to me.  Anyway, now I’m awake, I might as well get on with the rewrite.

Shorkon, the fearless Shorkie in my dreams AKA Cassie the Blog Dog