Last November I took on the task of writing 50,000 words in 30 days - National Novel Writing Month: NaNoWriMo. I'm happy to say I accomplished that goal with a little over 3,000 words to spare. As the moderators recommended, I didn't worry so much about editing along the way, I just wrote. I did … Continue reading Can you spare a dollar?
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Laptop mutiny
Last week, without warning, my laptop mutinied against me. A dark grey band appeared on the screen, almost dead center, obscuring anything beneath it, and forcing me to adjust any open windows back and forth, to be able to read what's there. A quick poll of my Innernetz friends narrowed down the problem to either … Continue reading Laptop mutiny
Hair raising
Just as night’s bright moon cast a shadow across my fair hair, a howl rang out. Quickly pulling a scarf from a pouch, I hid my locks away from Luna’s glow, guarding against vigilant locals who abhor any unfamiliar traits. Hair was only black, or brown, a rich auburn, but not lacking all tint. That … Continue reading Hair raising
Speed dating
At the Halloween mixer, I was paired with an impressively hirsute lycanthrope. His sideshow worthy pelt made me simultaneously itch in anticipation and stifle a ticklish giggle at the thought of our bare skin touching. I briefly fantasized his growl being deeper than my Samoyed’s if I ran my fingers through his luxurious coat. Wondering … Continue reading Speed dating
I can’t quit you
I can’t quit you. I hear your siren’s call and must answer. The pull towards you is a rip tide of churning emotions. There is no peace, no comforting embrace surrounding me, only currents tugging and dragging me in so many different directions, my head throbbing with possibilities. My beating heart threatens to burst from … Continue reading I can’t quit you
Panic rising as waves
A maelstrom of fear and worry rages through my brain. The black hole eye of the hurricane consuming all hope and reason. Panic rising as waves, crashing against a fragile faith. Grasping for a hand to hold me above the churning tempest. Longing to hear the quiet reassurance that this tumult will pass, sweeping clear … Continue reading Panic rising as waves
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