Sometimes I actually live by the "if you can't say nothing nice say nothing at all" rule.

This is one of those times.

Instead, have a snippit from a new scene in my novel:

Most often it was Ambrosia who was summoned to a meeting and Farli who followed along.  Today it was the opposite, much to the bodyguard’s amusement.
    The queen didn’t feel ( Read more... )

The writing comes it fits and starts. I like to talk through the thougher parts, but my two traditional go-to guys, Steve and Jeremy (Or Arrens and Pixelated Executioner for the WoW blogosphere peeps), are both so beaten down by work and IRL that I can't harass them like I normally do ( Read more... )

So I achieved my riding goal of NOT FALLING OFF.  I cantered, briefly, without spazzing.  Yay, that!  Where did my confidence go?  Hi, come back!  Stupid falling off....

The therapy barn has a new, lolchubby Fjord filly I need to take a picture of.  Her name is Santana but I call her Chubalubs.  She's only 3!  We'll see how she works out...

I'm back ( Read more... )

So my NaNo is currently off in the hands of my volunteer editors, forcing me to sit on my hands and NOT TOUCH IT ( Read more... )

Yay!

A winnar is I!

...now to actually write the massive, concluding scene...

5 years of fail to finally win. Holy shit. Go me?

me: Ky, my characters are running rampant in my story, halp
Kyrilean: "The clear blue sky suddenly began to darken as dark rolling clouds moved in."
"Lightning lit up the sky as the thunder rolled like massive freight trains through the sky."
me: okay mister metaphor
Kyrilean: "In a sudden flash, a lightning bolt slammed into the ground in ( Read more... )

My NaNo is plugging along here, for the interested:

http://darklordsblood.wordpress.com/

The thing with Arrens is actually a running joke stemming from Twitter and my World of Warcraft blog.  Sorry, Arrens!

Prayers to the Dark Lord Myrridan

O Thou who art the Lord of Night,
Shield me from unforgiving light.
Grant understanding where there has been none,
Grant me shelter while on the run.

O Thou who weaves magic out of death,
I beg of you, with blood and breath,
Grant me strength I can't find within,
To guard home and country, kith and kin.

O Thou who bears ( Read more... )