I just flat-out lost a day. Huh. Weird.
Never mind, move along...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
I just flat-out lost a day. Huh. Weird.
Never mind, move along...
Oo! Good. Still time to get my drabble in under the line.
t plotting
I am happy.
I finished Gravekeeper. I've got half the beta-reads back and they're stellar.
And - more happy-making than that, even - I just typed the opening paragraph of Cruel Sister.
I'm QUEEN OF THE WORLD.
Yay, Deb!!
I'm QUEEN OF THE WORLD.
Damn straight. Congratulations!
That rocks, Deb! Congrats!
Yay, you.
Yay me is right.
Scene setting: January or thereabouts, 1948, the Isle of Dogs. Killer coalfire-infested smog - what used to be called a London Fog or London particular, and the reason the city used to be called the Smoke - pitch dark at three in the afternoon, impossible to breathe.
London's Royal Engineers BDU company 33 working on a patch of empty land, having found a 50kilo German bomb about four feet down.
We're about to see a ghost, and make one, too.
OK. Breathing and showering and going out and coming home and doing some editing for Susan and then, here's hoping, finishing the prologue (which is about half-done, about 700 words right now) and then asking for betas for the BRAND NEW BOOK.
Daaaaamn, woman. You just don't stop, do you? Whew! Congrats!
asking for betas for the BRAND NEW BOOK.
Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!
t raises hand and waves it around wildly