My poor blog, neglected these ten days.
My temp gig is going good. I'd LOVE it to be a permanent gig, but one never knows.
I'm doing my own writing again, a lovely story that is becoming more ironic horror than anything else. I was going for comedic horror, but that's really hard to do. It's only a short story, because the idea is basically how a character develops into something else entirely, and that can be done in short story form. I've never done this genre before, so it'll be interesting.
Also, I am working on another story that is a book. By working on, I mean, creating characters and history, so when I go down to write, it'll flow better. There's a lot of stuff that goes into that book, and while I would love to just sit down and write it, without the prep work I don't think I could.
Now, what I REALLY need is my sons to play upstairs this well and for this long EVERY day at this time.
Well,
Tah!
Off to do dastardly, ghastly deeds in my story!
2 comments:
Feels good to be vomiting out words, doesn't it?
Or some other physical metaphor, if you prefer.
Your poor blog is suffering from neglect.
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