The life most real to me. As evidenced by the preponderance of posts.
Okay, so actually it’s been in fits and starts and leaps. But I have been working steadily. Tonight I wrote 462 words to finish Chapter Eleven, and went on to write 254 words of Chapter Twelve of Flame. Total, 716 words. Yay! Finally, finally, it’s flowing. I have been so stressed about getting done, and […]
In four years, I have not missed so much time. But what can I do? I am sick. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, and I can’t maintain six straight hours of consciousness. I guess I feel guilty because I am writing. I’ve been eating toast and chicken broth for three days, I can’t fix
I’ve got it. Not too horribly bad, but bad enough I didn’t go to work today. And what did I do? Oh, only wrote 1,198 words!! Chapter Nine is done, and I’ve got a good start on Chapter Ten. Who would have thought I’d be grateful for the stomach flu? One drawback, though, is I
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It’s working! Oh, damn, I was starting to think I’d never write easily again… 418 words. But I think (I hope) that puny number is only because I didn’t have much time to write. Real Life is really kicking my butt lately. Speaking of…time for bed. *sigh*
I hate when I feel like I haven’t written enough. Here it is, Sunday, and I’ve barely accomplished anything. Again. And no, I won’t be listing laundry or TV watching or grocery shopping. What I needed to do was write. And while I spent much of the weekend trying to get it done, I accomplished
Check this out. King of the Sea I was wasting time *cough* wandering a bit, looking for something other than the common Tentacled Sea Monster ™ to stick into Flame’s story when I stumbled across this lovely fellow. Now if I could just decide what happens after he drops in… This is not going well.
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My language rocks. Observe. Pay attention. One false move now…Flame breathed relief as she landed a toe on the balcony. A light flashed, but she’d been told to expect that. Flame eased down to stand, and waited. “Who comes?” “Vrafha Jamrhee kivoriynle juné.” I bring warning. “A Vral?” A figure appeared behind flowing curtains, a