So, the
Writing Excuses folks are having a
writers' retreat next year, in June. I've registered for it (after madly refreshing the page from 10am my time on and talking the Hubby into a loan, since I only had half the money saved up for it, so I've worked out a payment plan with him). ...and it sold out in twenty minutes. WOW.
Also, if you're not listening to Writing Excuses every week, you totally should be.
Considering the fact that my writing is stalled like a big stalled thing at this point, I'm hoping that by the time this thing rolls around I'll actually be back in the groove. And, to that end, my RP partner and I have made a pact of "no RP until we've each written 500 words of original fiction."
So, I'm staring at the steampunk werewolf story, and also at the new Alex Jarret story, in no small consternation right now. The steampunk story is failing because (a) it seems to be ending too soon, and (b) there doesn't seem to be a point to it at all. The Alex Jarrett story hasn't even got off the ground because I have no idea exactly how the Law of Unintended Consequences has bitten a mad genius pharmaceutical researcher on the ass yet.
OH GOD SEND BOOZE.