Monster hunting

Still debating a few monsters for the next few stories. I’m hunting cryptids on the internet. Hopefully, some inspiration strikes soon. I did get some work done on the Lost Stories, more editing than drafting, but I’ll take it.

Nothing today

Once again, I am coming up empty on the writing front. Partially because I have a lot to do at work today, but also because I’m just not feeling it today. I have an idea of where Chelsea wants to go, but I need some monsters. And I don’t know if I should make something […]

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 […]

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.