I've said it before...
and I'll say it again.
I have a weird S&M relationship with my own writing, and half the time, I have no idea who the sub is.
Today? It's me. I should make an icon, because damn.
I finally got a "your story sucked" letter from Writers of the Future, which, I guess, means that I can send the thing off to the next place. I guess I should, you know, make a list.
The novelthing mocketh me mightily. At least my Writing Buddy (who rocketh mighily) gave me a reason why my Bad Guy would put a starving vampire in a room with a helpless werewolf, so I should be able to bang out 500 words of effortless prose tonight. I hope.
Whether that will bring me up to my Weekly Goal is anyone's guess; I need to Do Math again.
The Ghost Ship story is stalled.
The re-write for the Abducted!Werewolf story is ... going nowhere. Yeah, I don't even know on that one.
The printer is giving me fits. Again. Maybe we should just scrap the damb thing and buy a new one. *glares* I was going to have Pages for my Writing Buddy tonight. And that didn't happen.
Feh. Feh, fie, and woe.
ETA: And my bad mood is gone, just like that. I should have checked my gmail BEFORE starting this rant, clearly. I just got an email from the handsome and talented editor of Darwin's Evolutions, he still wants the Werewolf Fic, and he's in the process of sending me cashy money.
I have a weird S&M relationship with my own writing, and half the time, I have no idea who the sub is.
Today? It's me. I should make an icon, because damn.
Feh. Feh, fie, and woe.
ETA: And my bad mood is gone, just like that. I should have checked my gmail BEFORE starting this rant, clearly. I just got an email from the handsome and talented editor of Darwin's Evolutions, he still wants the Werewolf Fic, and he's in the process of sending me cashy money.