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Current Project: The Witch of the Little Wood
New Words: ~4,000 new words in the last round of writing last week
Current Total Word Count: 13,690
Goal: Complete the story (this short story is turning into a novlette, I think).

Random Rough Sentence(s): Her hair was a nest of nettles, her skin gouged and wrinkled bark, her eyes the green of light ( Read more... )

Almost six months ago, I stayed up past midnight writing the scenes and outlines of a story for anthology market that wasn't even open.

Well, guess what? Machine of Death opened up for submissions for Vol. 2! Yay!

All my writing over the last several weeks has been focused on getting, "Shaking Hands," my submission for MoD, Vol. 2 written. Those ( Read more... )

Project: The Witch of the Little Wood
New Words: 2,079
Current Total Word Count: 7, 606
Goal: Complete the story (this short story is turning into a novlette, I think).

Random Rough Sentence(s): Everyone knew that the witch lived in the little wood, that she lives in the hollow of a tree. There she keeps old bottles, the labels torn off, which she ( Read more... )

TITLE: Arrivals and Departures
PROMPT: Arrival
WORD COUNT: 1825
NOTES: This is my week three entry for brigits_flameDean was very confused. A mass of people filtered to and fro, like a disorganized school of fish. People chatting, luggage wheels squealing along the neutral green tiles, and automated airport announcements merged into perpetual background noise ( Read more... )

TITLE: The Little Wood (tentative title)
PROMPT: Starting Over
WORD COUNT: 782
NOTES: This is my week one entry for brigits_flame. This is the beginning of a longer story that I intend to eventually submit to an anthology market (at which point I will cross my fingers and pray ( Read more... )

Project: "Cassandra" (short story)
New Words: 777
Current Total Word Count: 5,547 (Though many of these are notes and stilted attempts.)
Goal: To get to the end.

Random Sentence: My son has a habit of watching skies, gaging the color of blue, measuring the weight of clouds, watching for storms that may or may not come. I always liked watching him ( Read more... )