Monday, September 25, 2006

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


SpecRom Joyce said...

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.

Meankitty Says... said...

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.

Christine said...

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.