While out and about yesterday, I saw a promising table at one of our larger thrift stores. Small but I don’t something huge. That invites clutter. I plan on something just big enough for my laptop and snacks. If it does work out, I need to find a chair for it… Anyway, I need a […]
I did not find my writing table at the second-hand store yesterday. However, I did still finish the next Chelsea story. I do need to find a comfy place to write though. My couch, by my wood burning stove, is comfy, but not for writing. I have no idea how I used to write like […]
I settled down yesterday, read a few previous Chelsea stories, got my music going, and just could not get comfortable. *sigh* It’s just my curse lately. I need a place to write and I don’t have one. But today, I will be downtown for a haircut, so I’m also going to hit up the second […]
No, I haven’t written yet today, but it’s still early, even for me. I am currently trying to warm the house up. I have have a fire going, but it’s still really cold in here.I am also checking things off my list because writing isn’t the only thing on my plate. This time off is […]
There was no writing nor blogging last week, because my job is shutting down for the month of January. We had a lot to do to prep for this, plus three holiday parties in our banquet room. Basically, my brain was on autopilot. This week? The week of the Solstice, right before Christmas? Yeah, I might […]
Finally feeling good again. Well-rested, not in pain or sick. Got quite a bit done yesterday as well. Both drafting and editing. Today it’s more of the same. Trying to finish one of two stories. Either one would make me happy. Both are at fight scenes though. So I doubt it.
I didn’t sleep well, but I’m also not in pain. Which is an improvement for me. Anyway, I will be writing today. I already have my music playing getting into the story. I really want a working draft of the story I lost. I’m about a third of the way through it, and I think […]
Woke up hurting today. Not like screaming pains, but enough that I’m fuzzy and don’t have any energy. I may get some writing done today. I may also sit here and stare at nothing until I get to go home and lay down.
“How is this any different from what our parents did?”
“I asked Andy the same thing. And he reminded me that your parents didn’t go as a team. We are. We also know that La Llorona is a phantasm, which your parents didn’t.”
Chelsea licked her lips. “And this isn’t a ghost?”
“Oh, who knows, really.” Andy sighed. “I’m not a biologist or cryptozoologist, I just read the stuff they put out. And the team in West Virginia studying teleporters right now says that teleporters and phantasms are two different things, and neither are ghosts.”
