I totally forgot that today is WIP Wednesday. To be perfectly honest, I forgot that today was Wednesday altogether. We’re floating in a sea of cough syrup and tissues at this house, and I’ve been pretty forget…what was I saying?
Yesterday I polished up two pieces and sent them out. I have two more ready to go when their respective markets open up. I’ve also been working on “Big Ben” and I started something new, a lovely story that opens up with bits and pieces of a young woman. Then I worried. Have I become too dark? Do I need to dance on the lighter side for a bit? So I reworked the prologue of my first novel for a while (I despise prologues as a general rule, but for some reason this one seems necessary. Is that even possible?) and then I zipped back to my darky-dark story, which really isn’t that dark, so I decided.
So I’m being productive yet schizophrenic. Yes. Plus I’m tearing through slush. Send more ghost stories!
Pieces out: 24