Cameron went out earlier; Donna noticed, but she didn't really pay much attention if he told her where he was going. That was probably a mistake, in retrospect, but Donna gets a certain way when she's actually focused on something -- everything else falls by the wayside. It makes her a good writer and a terrible person to be involved with. (It's ( Read more... )

After leaving the meeting -- such as it was -- Donna and Cameron make their way back to the inn, taking their things from there to the house they've decided they might as well claim. It's thinking ahead; being practical. It still feels weird, but Donna's less affected by that than Cameron is, and anyway, the people gone from this house -- who at ( Read more... )

After they got settled in at the inn (it wasn't the nicest place Donna had ever stayed, but it wasn't the nastiest, either--so long as there weren't bodies, anyway), Donna spent her time regrouping and quietly trying to figure out what the hell she's doing here, and planning, and...

It's nice to think it will be temporary. It's practical to think ( Read more... )

Does anyone have the remotest clue what is actually going on? Obviously something is -- we're not retarded, okay thanks government -- but none of the stations seem to agree about what it is, and everybody's information is different. Personally, I want to go home and crawl into bed and hope I don't get sick (does anyone know how many people have ( Read more... )

I have about a thousand things I could be doing that aren't dicking around on the internet, but one of those things happens to be "procrastination" (it's my word of the day, you see), so here I am. This book? Is going to kick my ass all the way to the publisher. I can see it now. I don't even want to write it. At least I don't have a deadline -- ( Read more... )

Donna (thirty-two and 5'1") is a triplet, one of four children, and one of three surviving children. Like her father, she's an author -- where he wrote sci-fi, she tends to write fantasy and drama. She's had a penpal in Wisconsin (Isobel Kirkpatrick) since she was in middle school. The two are close, but only as close as you can be when your ( Read more... )

it's a big girl world now
full of big girl things
and every day, I wish I was small
I've been counting on nothing
but he keeps giving me his word
and I am tired of hearing myself speak
do you get weary, 
do you ever get weak
how do you dream 
when you can't fall asleep
I've been wondering what you're thinking
and if you like my dress tonight
would you still ( Read more... )