Only it’s not raining. But I feel like singing. I love how writing these fanfics have sharpened my skills. I’m not kidding. The current one is at 6 chapters published, two written, it may go five or six more to wrap everything up, I’m not sure.
But damn! A chapter a week, or more. (How do you think I got ahead?) 4,000 words a week, published by 1700 on Saturday no matter what. (so far.) With Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained, I wasn’t working, so I published a chapter a day.
And it’s good, it all hangs together, it moves, it has comedy and drama and sweet moments and horror–I am good.
Refer back to the inner weasel blog. This is what can happen between getting him run over by a Mack truck and the arrival of his (hopefully smaller and weaker) replacement.
No, I haven’t killed anyone at work yet. Yes, I still want to. C’est la vie. Until it’s not. For someone.