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Six Sentence Sunday

So if you're in the M/M Romance group on Goodreads, you may have read this, but I wanted to snip from it anyway because I don't know how much overlap there is.

When a thunderstorm interrupts their hike, Romeo and Julian take shelter in an old building. Julian is standing in the doorway.

Brilliant light flashed and Romeo snatched. Smashing sound rolled over him, battering his senses then rumbling away. Romeo staggered back against the wall blinking to clear the after-image of Julian's...

The Brain, She is Gone

It's Saturday after a busy, tiring week. I'd love to put up an intelligent post to balance the last few fairly brainless ones–but there's no brain to help me with that.

My new saying is I love my job–it's August I hate. Because even though registration is going about as smoothly as registration can, I am still exhausted. I am still putting in hours of extra time a day trying to get ready. I am still either giddy or grumpy at the end of the day due to too much stress/caffeine/confusion and/or t...

Some of 750 Words

I'm too tired to both blog and do my 750 words  (damn you, registration!), so have some of my 750 from yesterday. First, so i throw some words on this blog, and second, because it might be interesting, and third, so I remember because there's something here I want to remember, I just can't pick it out right now. The coffee has not hit.

Onward. what am I doing now? I am typing in the dark. I should not do that. What if I type with my eyes closed? I'm pretty good you know. I can do...

O Great Internet Search Engines, Friends to You and Me

I have a friend who sends me propaganda. I love her, but she drives me up the wall forwarding biased, inaccurate, right-wing parroted bull that takes thirty seconds (I'm a fast typist) to debunk.*

My friend is a lovely person (yes, conservative people can be and many are!) who I think is relieved when I prove that crap wrong. I would never send this to her, but I'll give it to you, in case there is someone annoying you in a similar manner.

Let Me Google That For You.**

Enjoy.

*Please note: Yes...

Zombie On

I'm pretty brain-ded in August as a rule, but I desperately want to get things done, so I'm trying. First up–a Joss edit. So I put the manuscript into Scrivener.

Tonight I arranged the scenes into folders labeled after Blake Snyder's Beat Sheet from Save the Cat! A lot of it fits neatly in, yay! Some of it doesn't and I'll have to look at that.

Tomorrow. Tonight I am falling over.

*THUD*

Rafe Knows Taro #SixSentenceSunday

The cast and crew of the Sun's Rising look forward to liberty in a large and unknown city.

Liz and Elaine gave a speech about keeping things under control, to which Taro and I listened with careful innocence. Then Taro led off down the ramp, looking for any trouble he could find. He'd deny it, of course, but I knew Taro. He liked to be in trouble. He had some deep-seated need to be yelled at, preferably by someone who swore well. And if the person yelling had the authority to kick him out of...

Free and Useful: 750 Words

So in past lives (or previous years, or whatever) I've tried morning pages as recommended by Julia Cameron. Many a writer has, and a lot of those that I've talked to find morning pages incredibly useful. Some have told me they can't write three notebook pages longhand first thing every morning, but even most of them wished they could.

I'm one of those who can't. Sorry, I don't think that's ever going to work for me. Morning pages are supposed to be a brain-dump. The whole idea is to just pour ...

Anybody Wanna Go to Work for Me?

I love my job and I want to keep it, but the more books I put out, the more I want to put out. I could put…oh, eight or so books out tomorrow if I were willing to do it with them full of mistakes and badly in need of polish. But, of course, I'm not willing to do it that way. And while I can edit in the evenings, my pace will be significantly slower than over the summer.

I want to move faster.

So I need someone to go to work for me for a couple months. You have to be able to smile all day no...

Tired and Grumpy

So I shall not inflict. Instead, have an interesting (though brief) article about a rat that uses environmental poison for protection.

Yeah, that's all I got. Oh–and the news for those waiting that I uploaded the files to release His Faithful Squire in print! We'll see how Createspace likes them.

I have decided that I do not particularly like Createspace's cover creator. It's rather mutual, I think. >_>

I Love My Job

That's not sarcasm. I'm happy to say that I do indeed love my job. It's the hours I hate.

I'm not a morning person. The best job, timing-wise, I ever had was the one where I got up at noon, wandered into work at two in the afternoon, and made it home by one a.m. (Four days a week. AWESOME.) I spent from one a.m. (this was before the internet, you know) to about five a.m. writing on my roommate's word processor, and went to bed as she was getting up.

This job, though…summers are great. I'm...