Good/Bad
In GOOD news, I finished my grad school applications!
In BAD news, I'm afraid to go to the NaNoWriMo site.
I was doing so well! And then I needed to do some edits. No, not my OFFICIAL edits, but edits nonetheless. And I looked away for what I swear was only a few minutes, and suddenly a few DAYS have passed :\ So, a little suckage on that front.
I just really want to get ATB all squared away before OFFICIAL edits, also known as NW Round Two (Ding Ding), arrive.
So, in BAD news, I have to stop Book of Sparkly Stuff for a short time. Just until I get a few things in order, some feedback, etc.
In GOOD news, I have another project I can work on, one I'm very excited about. I don't want to say much about it yet, since it might still fall apart, but I can't wait to get to work. This project has been bouncing around in my head awhile, and I have some groundwork, so that will help.
In GOOD news, I have a small teaser!
It’s just a rock. A sliver of the cliffs half a mile north from here, where the cold tide forces itself up against the walls of Maine. A piece of cliff, broken off and fastened on a leather string. But when it twirls, back and forth in a white-flecked haze, there is something utterly enchanting about it, lulling, just like his voice.
In my dream he’s made of the sea. All water and waves and far off sounds. I’m running to him but when I throw my arms around his shoulders he splashes and falls apart at my feet. The tide sweeps in, then, so vile and quick, and takes him away with a rush and hiss, and I am left with the sand and the place where he had been, the memory already fading like footprints on the beach. I wake up and forget that he is gone.
In BAD news, I'm afraid to go to the NaNoWriMo site.
I was doing so well! And then I needed to do some edits. No, not my OFFICIAL edits, but edits nonetheless. And I looked away for what I swear was only a few minutes, and suddenly a few DAYS have passed :\ So, a little suckage on that front.
I just really want to get ATB all squared away before OFFICIAL edits, also known as NW Round Two (Ding Ding), arrive.
So, in BAD news, I have to stop Book of Sparkly Stuff for a short time. Just until I get a few things in order, some feedback, etc.
In GOOD news, I have another project I can work on, one I'm very excited about. I don't want to say much about it yet, since it might still fall apart, but I can't wait to get to work. This project has been bouncing around in my head awhile, and I have some groundwork, so that will help.
In GOOD news, I have a small teaser!
It’s just a rock. A sliver of the cliffs half a mile north from here, where the cold tide forces itself up against the walls of Maine. A piece of cliff, broken off and fastened on a leather string. But when it twirls, back and forth in a white-flecked haze, there is something utterly enchanting about it, lulling, just like his voice.
In my dream he’s made of the sea. All water and waves and far off sounds. I’m running to him but when I throw my arms around his shoulders he splashes and falls apart at my feet. The tide sweeps in, then, so vile and quick, and takes him away with a rush and hiss, and I am left with the sand and the place where he had been, the memory already fading like footprints on the beach. I wake up and forget that he is gone.