Fess Up Monday!
Did you write? Did you sell? How many words? Tell, tell tell!
Humanity remains in no immediate danger of destroying itself, which is always comforting on a Monday:
The Global Existential Threat Level remains at GUARDED.
And to inspire you this week, a thought from one of my favorites:
As for me, prizes mean nothing. My prize is my work. -- Katherine Hepburn
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I revised the first three scenes of my tentacles-in-love short story.
I read two books this week.
Whitley Strieber's THE GRAYS, which I will be talking about forever.
Scott Nicholson's THE FARM, which I will not be talking about but will recommend highly his earlier works. (Nice to know that romance is not the only genre saddled with a heroine too stupid to live.)
I finished the character work for my next project, which I hope finds a home at LSB with HAVE HER AT NIGHT.
Finding out that being published and trying to get published all have the hurry up and wait factor.
I have scads to write this week for my other gig, Dark But Shining. One of which is going to be about why chicks dig monsters. Stay tuned.
I cranked out a TERRIBLE Avon FanLit that's getting an ass-beating and worked on my cowriting project. Dunno how many words because I cut a lot too.
I'm bad. I played hookey and read two books instead of writing. Charles Todd - The Murder Stone, and A Cold Treachery. Todd writes in during and post WWI Britan. The murder stone was romantic suspense with an Alabama-esque twist. A Cold Treachery is part of a continuing series about a police inspector who hears and interacts with a voice in his head (the voice of a Scottish corporal who died while under his command during WWI). It's historical fiction with a touch of the weird.
Promise to make up this coming weekend.
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