I woke up at seven, wrote down the dream (friend-locked here), ate breakfast, started the story.

THIS IS THE BEST KIND OF MORNING.

Not what I planned, but still FABOOSH!

Word Count, Three Hours Later: 1185

TITLE: The Twice-Drowned Saint
or, The Ghost Who Bled Coins
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I am having Oswalda story-brain symptoms, and yesterday at work, I HATCHED A PLOT ( Read more... )

You know, sometimes I get that thing where I wish I were someone else. Or myself, but having been bent down a different path, been pruned by a different bonsai master, or less passively, made different decisions as far back as the age of Single Digits ( Read more... )

WARNING: This entry contains cussing. Lots of it. Really. Stop reading if it bothers you.

Once upon a time, there lived a woman of Westerly.


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I met the most arresting creature in my dreams last night ( Read more... )