Clarion West Write-a-thon
Hello.
Been a while.
Though you'd like to hear that I'm participating in a worthy cause, trying to write every day for the next six weeks to support Clarion West. Yes, I graduated from Clarion, but CW is in my home town (and I'm on their board), so yes, I'm writing for money-- just not money for me.
If you'd like to support, you can sponsor me by clicking on the Paypal link on this page.
(And of course you can support someone else! You can find the general Write-a-thon page for CW here, and the one for Clarion here. They both help mostly-writers become writers.)
I'm going to post one sentence a day from my current day's output here. Today's is:
Tesla himself sat behind his desk, his deepset eyes not betraying whether his gaze rested on her or on the scatter of papers in front of him. Behind him some immense round sculpture hinted at Mayan calendars and electric turbines. Dim lights without cords glowed here and there above book-filled cases. He stirred. He spoke.
Been a while.
Though you'd like to hear that I'm participating in a worthy cause, trying to write every day for the next six weeks to support Clarion West. Yes, I graduated from Clarion, but CW is in my home town (and I'm on their board), so yes, I'm writing for money-- just not money for me.
If you'd like to support, you can sponsor me by clicking on the Paypal link on this page.
(And of course you can support someone else! You can find the general Write-a-thon page for CW here, and the one for Clarion here. They both help mostly-writers become writers.)
I'm going to post one sentence a day from my current day's output here. Today's is:
Tesla himself sat behind his desk, his deepset eyes not betraying whether his gaze rested on her or on the scatter of papers in front of him. Behind him some immense round sculpture hinted at Mayan calendars and electric turbines. Dim lights without cords glowed here and there above book-filled cases. He stirred. He spoke.