Wow! Compelling.

Because that thing that was gaining was coming from ahead

I like how you shift this Barb!

I'm done with Chapter 2 of Cog, 3,100 words in. I'm trying to crank this book out quickly because I have another outlined novel on deck.

It starts as thus in Chapter 1, but the opening is very unlikely to survive revision:

Cog brushed a few stray crumbs from her dress, the remains of her dinner—cake and ice cream. Her mother had given her the dress earlier that day and insisted that she wear it, saying it would compliment Cog’s hazel eyes. It did, beautifully. She stretched out on the soft mattress of the four-poster bed in her spacious new room and felt the cool breeze of evening tickle her. The open window overlooked the manor’s garden and she could catch the scent of honeysuckle on the air as she stared at the ceiling. It was, she thought, the worst day of her life.

You know, it occurred to me - I'm a writer. I mean, I get paid to write. Not much, it's part of my poorly-paid job, but still .... I work for an association and we're dropping our little monthly magazine and switching to a quarterly journal. When we had the monthly thing, there were issues where I pretty much wrote the entire thing. For the first issue of the quarterly, I cranked out a five-page feature - longer than I've been used to and it was painful getting it all done. But I'm a writer. jeepers

But I'm a writer. jeepers

YUP! ::moves over on the bench to make a spot::

And Gud, you've got me wanting to know how cake and ice cream, new clothes, and a new room is the worst day evar.

Anyone care to look over an author survey for me? Due tommorrow and I'm still sick enough that I'm afraid I'll do an awful job of proofing.

send it to my profile addy Typo. I need the distractions today.

Got it.

backflung

Thanks, received.