Hit Me?

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It is my birthday tomorrow. I've been feeling creatively frustrated lately; everything I write has this nasty habit of expanding in scope, so that pretty much everything in my WIP folder is bound to clock in at well over 10k. That'd be fine if I had the mental space right now, but between the novel (stalled mid 2nd draft, poor thing) and work it's

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2.13 - Dead Reckoning

She has a name. She holds it in her hand, holds it not to her heart but alongside her gun, which is better. She doesn’t glance at her watch, but she does wonder, briefly, what sort of negotiations have passed up on the top floor. Ruthless self-interest meets guilt-ridden self-sacrifice, and the winner is-neither, so long as she’s the third player.

She doesn’t really care. She might have, once; she used to have some patience for fondness. (She used to like dogs, too.) Now she doesn’t even look back.

It's the last mistake she’ll ever make.

2.15 - Booked Solid

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Thank you! (And indeed, they don't.)

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Oh, these are wonderful. YES five times.

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Thank you. :)