In which Teagan tries to figure out what to do on her first day at her new school.

First time ever I've been bummed it's a Saturday.

I'm flipping to the next page in my handbook to see if there are any notes on what to do on the weekend when someone knocks on my door.

"Come in!" I call. If it's Catalina, maybe she can help me figure out where I'm ( Read more... )

From the WIP.

Tara is my twleve-year-old sister. She has a degenerative nerve condition you've probably never heard of and you probably never want to know exists. She's been fine for the past six months. She's not able to walk--she'll probably never be able to walk, no lie--but she hasn't had any new symptoms pop up.

Doesn't mean we're not all ( Read more... )

 Finished my read-through about an hour ago.  Taking care of a few pressing matters before starting to type in my changes.  I plan to have this sent out to betas and crit partners, but I don't want to bug anyone.  If you, perchance, wish to beta this and could have a turnaround of about two weeks, holler at me.  eliza.osborn(at)gmail.com or PM me ( Read more... )

Finished the revision ( Read more... )

Boy and V are snowed in at his parents'.  So.

THE PLAN is to write the better part of the night away.

Who's with me?

alaskanmermaid  did I miss anything?
learningtoread  just me trying to brainstorm how to tie my monster up and throw away the key
learningtoread  MIXED METAPHOR FTW!
alaskanmermaid  what do you have so far?
learningtoread  um. i have a piece of paper with the storylines written down. and i think i'm missing some of that.
learningtoread  i got nothin'.
learningtoread  oh, and pretty colored boxes around each storyline.
learningtoread  should i decorate the boxes ( Read more... )

Still working.

He put his hands on the wall that surrounded the roof. "It's like I'm lord of the land whenever I'm here. Like New York belongs to me."

I stepped back, trying to take more of the scene in at once. It didn't make me feel that way. Every day I felt tiny and insignificant, like all the fighting I did to keep Mama and me alive was for ( Read more... )

Anna is twelve. Johnny is fifteen.

The fire burned the red out of the sky hot and fast, until all but crimson and purple were left. Only a few minutes passed, but the whole world changed around Johnny and me.

We stood on the roof, silent. Finally, he pushed off the retaining wall and turned to me. "So why were you sulking? Was ( Read more... )

I journal every day, on paper. It's all ms-stuff: angst, decisions, notes, ideas, et cetera. But I figure those posts would be boring, spoilery, or just plain inappropriate, so I keep 'em to myself.

But I am working like crazy. See my TwitterI will say this: at the end of the recent draft, I think I posted that I felt like I had two books within ( Read more... )

I FOUND THIS AND I AM NOW POSTING IT ON THE INTERNETS. From the WIP, which is undergoing a title change.


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