12,136 words, and that’s the total from last night, I haven’t written at all tonight. Sigh. It appears Rafe and I have worked out our differences, doesn’t it? My dear Rafe is so much fun to write, every book from now on may be from his POV. Because through his eyes, the galaxy is such […]
Rafe is deeper than I’d imagined, and he’s my character. I’m loving this book, seriously. 6,566 is the word count. And I really must go to bed. Sigh. More tomorrow. (On Rafe’s story, anyway. Whether or not I blog will depend on when the blog Martians tell me to.) If you get that, you’ve been
Rafe is arguing with me. If I sound astonished, it’s because I am. Rafe doesn’t argue, hardly ever. There just isn’t that much worth the effort of arguing about, in his eyes. Not to mention it makes people unhappy, and Rafe wants everyone, especially him, happy. Apparently, misrepresentation IS worth arguing about. I knew I
Grr. Argh. My computer at work is dead again. That’s three, maybe four times. It doesn’t happen to anyone but me. Sigh. Maybe because I use my computer more than anyone else in the school. Maybe because it’s been making a noise like ice in a blender for six months now, and the IT people
As more than one of my characters has learned, there is no resisting Rafe. I can hold my head up in their company, though, because I certainly gave it a good shot, for what? A week? That’s probably a record, for telling Rafe no. 2,141 words on his book tonight. He’s just so–persuasive. This is
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I’m tired, and my head hurts. All my characters are tired of being ignored, and have gone off to party without me. It’s so quiet in my head, it’s scary. Once in a long, long while, there comes a night when I just gotta tell the universe to go to hell, and go watch some