Writing Life

The life most real to me. As evidenced by the preponderance of posts.

Editing Again

Hope wanted some company doing her homework tonight, and I was feeling uninspired (I love the last scene I wrote so very much that I’m not ready to move on) so I took my Eve ms to the kitchen table and we did homework together.  I cut two hundred words.  Yay me. Why does it […]

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On a Roll

1045 words tonight, yay!!  It’s going, it’s going, it’s finally going! I’ll tell you, though, I have a serious love/hate relationship with this book.  I love these characters.  I adore them, I want to party with them (and I don’t ever want to party with anyone).  They surprise me, they excite me, and damn it,

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Miss Snark Knows

Quoting from this site: The reason fan fiction, love poems and Christian rock suck big time is that it’s not enough to be about the beloved. You have to have something other than “it’s about Rocky Horror Picture Show, and there’s never been anything about it before !!! to maintain a novel. I do love

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Can It Get Better?

Payday, Friday before a long weekend, turning the calendar to a new month of His Hotness, Rafe Ballard (known to foolish mortals as Orlando Bloom) and chocolate cheesecake provided by kind souls.  Can it get better? How about finally completing that chapter of Chaos?  (it needed some re-writing) And…603 words on Keen!!  *does Kermit the

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Told You So

Today, since staying later worked out so wonderfully, I moved myself to the new schedule suggested by my principal weeks ago.  I came in at 8:15, stayed till 4:45. By four o’clock she was in my office telling me she wanted to adjust it.  8 to 4:30.  Seems the phone starts ringing off the hook

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Time to Get Moving

So I accomplished pretty much nothing yesterday except for a lot of anime watching.  Oh, and a lot of staring at my computer, trying to make a chapter of my Chaos Came Early fanfic appear.  God, I hate when I’m brain-dead.  I feel grey and boring and bored and then there are the moments of

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