Braining slowly
Been editing today, but no drafting. To many people popping in talk. Hopefully I can focus after lunch.
Author: Kate Whitaker
Lover of the paranormal and the fantastical, co-creatrix of musical fandoms, and collector of good stories.
Recharge
I actually got a lot done yesterday: editing, drafting, and web maintenance. I finished a brand new story. So today, I gave myself a break. For one thing, I drafted all the stories I had planned. I need some time to figure out what Chelsea’s doing next. For another, it’s good reward yourself. I had […]
Editing Day
Feeling happy about a three month buffer on stories, but I want more. I think it’s an editing day though. One: It snowed again, so even though it’s been warm and I’m feeling better, I cannot do stuff outside, not even walk the dogs. I want to, but I haven’t fallen this winter and I […]
Finished
Yesterday’s fight scene has been extended and an ending found.I’m nose deep in a book as a reward to myself.
I need more words
I was actually good and finished that fight scene today. Unfortunately it’s very, very short. I need to expand it, but I can do that tomorrow. And then find the ending. But I did finish it.
I moved to the sunshine belt for reason, dammit
Today was supposed to end the storm, but they are STILL calling for clouds and snow. So I busted out my old sun lamp, and tried not to cry. Anyway, I did get some writing done already today, and actually have two or three more stories planned. I say two or three because sometimes, Chelsea […]
Winter Sucks
The snow has been coming down and I’m in pain. I’ve been living on the couch with a book, unable to really think for long stretches at a time. Like I can’t even play video games, I don’t have the mental capacity. Seriously, the Sims is just too much and I can’t follow through. The […]
Chelsea and the Crying Man
It took some time for the noise to register as a cellphone, let alone Chelsea’s own. The haze of many shots of tequila and amazing food blended with the dark hotel room. Only her dog, Bentley, warm at her feet, felt familiar. For a woman used to living out of her car, the single room just big enough for the bed seemed vast and empty.
Just a few paragraphs at a time
About all I could focus on yesterday was 4 or 5 paragraphs. I’m also at a fight scene, which I almost always balk at anyway. The snow storm has started too, so I’m sore and grumpy. Hopefully, I can just get a little more done today.
so very, very cold
I had to walk into work today and the cold is kicking my ass. Well, actually it’s kicking my hips, but it amounts to the same thing. I’m in enough pain that I’m having trouble focus. Not terrible as we’re not busy, not great if I want to be at all creative. We’ll see how […]
