Of course, I’m sick. Nothing major, but I’m coughing so hard it sets off muscle spasms. I got absolutely nothing done Saturday, Sunday, or Monday. And I may end up back home this afternoon.So yeah, I think my WriMo is busted this year. We’ll see. Anyway, I’m gonna lean back and drink some more water […]
I’m still behind on word count, but far less so than day one. I might have made word count if I could have found a setting for the next story. But, I still made up a lot of ground yesterday. With any luck, I can do it again. I also now have 2.5 stories in […]
Yes, I started NaNoWriMo yesterday.No, I didn’t make word count. This is the last week of the art show, so I’m still a little busy at work. But things will get real slow, real soon. I’m going to try to catch up, of course. On my good days, I can easily double and triple NaNo’s […]
Well, hello, my little nun.
“Their father was a good man, but he liked women. La Llorona isn’t too fond of men like that. Their mother took exception to La Llorona killing him, cause wanderin’ eye or not, that was her man. La Llorona drowned her for it.”
Beer to her lips, an idea occurred to Chelsea. “If we can locate La Llorona, I think I can lure her in.”
“The legends say she’s the ghost of a woman who killed her own children. But the hands that drowned my mom were solid and real.”
I’ve thought about this a lot. I restarted this blog to hold myself accountable, to force myself to write. And I still want to write. However, this is the time of year when I don’t really have the time at work. And when I get home, if I have the physical and mental capabilities, I’d […]
I did not, in fact, get any writing done. Mostly because I found two cute chairs at a garage sale and promised my husband I wouldn’t pile them in the garage with the rest of my projects. So they are cleaned, sanded, stained, sealed, and drying. They’ll be in the living room tonight. But I […]
This is a series of short stories, detailing the adventures of Chelsea Childling. You can start with her origin story or pick something from the index.*** The barest slit of a moon opened the sky above her as Chelsea pulled off the highway. The last week of practice had imprinted the route firmly in her mind. Which was […]
So I did get some writing done, but what I thought was December’s story is actually November’s. I’m not digging it so far, either. But I have to get words down to fix them. That being said, I also realized that I scheduled July’s story for tomorrow instead of last Saturday, so my bad there. […]
