I got my story revised, edited, and uploaded for this weekend, so I don’t feel like a total failure. Hopefully, I cam get some words in later today. It’s pretty quiet at the museum, so I might be able to take advantage of it. We’ll see how things look this afternoon.
I absolutely remembered this blog yesterday. I also fell after work the day before that. And falling is the #1 thing I am not allowed to do. I have been barely functional since. I’m still in a lot of pain, and in fact, will not be making it in to work today (even though I […]
Little to no writing done yesterday and today isn’t looking great either. We had some people come and help us start to take down the exhibit, so today I have to finish that. And the last few months, if we are going to have visitors to the museum, it’s on Thursday and Friday. Very likely, […]
I got some writing done yesterday!! Not a ton and, in fact, I realized immediately I had no monster and that’s like… the main part of any Chelsea story. But I have a setting, I have a place, and it was fun to write it. That’s equally important to me. Also, my equipment is already […]
So yesterday was a bit of bust writing-wise. I had a surprisingly full day at work and came home sore and tired. I took a muscle relaxer and sat down for a bit, only to not get up again until I went to bed, which was early. At least, I wasn’t laying in bed. Today […]
I just had another full day at work, and I’m not mad about it, but it’s…brain drain and back drain.I can’t focus and my back hurts from sitting in one position for too long, which means I *really* can’t focus. For the sake of honesty, I will likely be a mess tomorrow night too. I […]
He sipped on his coffee. “Where you off to?”
“Not sure yet, but I need wide open spaces. Might be headed back to South Dakota.”
“And Amber?”
She forced back the tears. “She has my number, and she’s hunting again. I’m more likely to find her on the road than stuck here.”
“Stuck?” A single eyebrow raised at her.
“I hate this city. Always have.”
Just a little hiccup, barely a hitch in our giddy-up.
Their banter got sharper with the wine, but Chelsea bathed herself in the warm moment. Her last few months on the road had been lonely.
“These things are nearly as long as Bentley, if not as heavy, but it’s not their size, it’s their poison.”
“Poison?”
Andy nodded. “These are what’s known as a scourge. Get bit and you die, or you turn into a rat.”
Words That Burn Like Fire 