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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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Keen Is Pushy

Phoenix says Keen is pushy.  *grin*  She paints, and decided to produce the painting of Keen I describe in chapter…three, I’m thinking.  And apparently one thing all art forms have in common is the ability to drag you back no matter what you should be doing. Keen is…well, pretty.  The word isn’t strong enough, actually,

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I Become a Snarkling!!

I have found a gem!  Miss Snark Go.  Read.  Laugh.  Learn.  Snark. Still not getting anywhere with Keen’s book.  I think my “but I like him and don’t want to kill him” muses are working with the “quick!  Vacation’s almost over, go into denial!” instincts.  I did cut over 200 words from Eve’s book. I

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Blarg!!

I’m getting nowhere.  This is three days of getting nowhere.  My voices are sabotaging me, I think. This book ends badly.  I mean, one of my beloved characters (not sure if I’ve named names before, so I’ll be cagey now and hope I haven’t–note to self, go search) has to die.  I have tried and

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Like Clockwork

A long day of frustration today.  All interruptions carefully timed to provide maximum annoyance. My total for the day is 30,907 words, so about 1700 done today.  That’s pretty good for this summer, sigh.  The frustrating thing is 1300 of those words happened in the, I’m guessing, twelve hours of a typical workday.  I say

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Tick, Tick, Tick

July 8th.  Time is ticking by.  We don’t have a house.  We looked at a mobile home today that had a park not six feet from the back door, but we just can’t cope with the house and the location (small and cramped, way the flip from my work) even for the park and the

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In a Tight Place

Hope is stuck.  She crawled under Bly’s stuff stored on the porch–where she knows she isn’t allowed–and now she can’t get out. We’re calling it an object lesson.  And we’re not helping. Object lesson is also what you might call the housing situation.  We went and looked at a house today.  We’d really like to

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