Oh. My. Lands. This has been a two day firestorm. I have been shocked, angry, saddened, and finally bolstered and encouraged by the sense of community and support. And then the biggest treat of all was hopping over to Ray Veen’s blog where he wasn’t talking about ugliness and theft, but his insane word count. Rock on! And then I remembered that, yes, it was indeed America’s Next Top Model night! Which means that it is, yes, WIP Wednesday!
I have been working on my story called “Big Man Ben”. It isn’t like anything that I usually write, but there’s magic in it. I’ve also been trying to write longer stories, and this is about halfway finished at 5,000 words. I ran it past the Wombats, afraid that it was boring, but Battle Bunny told me that he sees blue and gray when he reads it, and that it makes him cold.
I adore Battle Bunny.
I’d like to finish it up this week, and I have an ending in mind. I think. We’ll see.
I also need to take this computer in to be fixed, since it is literally disintegrating in my hands. This sexy beast must be a lemon, because it’s been coming apart since the day I took it out of it’s shiny new box. I will be a spaz without it, that’s for sure.
And thanks, you guys. I appreciate your comments with this whole Richard Ridyard thing. But let’s get back to normal, shall we? Anybody still interested in Pitching For The Terrified? That seems…like a very long time ago.