No, not really. ( But I've learned something lately.Collapse )
My pretty rose spectacles ripped from my face by the clawed talons of reality. It's left scars.

and it never even dawned on me to put them into a book format. A friend asked why I hadn't and it was a total face/palm moment. ( more babblingCollapse )

2300 / 15000 (20.0%)

I'm aiming for 15,000 words, but I strongly suspect this short is going to be a 'quick read' closer to 5k heh

Someone just discovered that writers, well, write. And *gasp of amazement* research. Although they call it 'immersion'.
"I did nothing but read about 1922 for five years." says woman, just incidentally plugging her book. I got her beat, though, I've been using the "immersive technique" for 50 years.

When updating feath.com, I accedently deleted the word meter. This is the very old April Fools meter. Well, I put it back. It's probably going to stay in the old place, as there's too much code to change if I want to move it.
Here it is: April Fools Word Meter

100 / 500 (20.0%)

My computer auto rebooted itself this morning. This gave scrivener a coronary. it rebooted with a random save from a week ago, and all text ('files') missing, just blank txt files. I couldn't find where scriv auto saved to. I couldn't find any of my previous manual saves. it was gone. sure, I had some stuff from before scriv, but to re write the whole thing? I died inside. And yes, I was using scriv as my only source of save. it was wrong, i was lazy. it wont happen again!
I was able to find it, though, thanks to a google search. they told me step by step where to find it, and I did. I got the whole thing back, to the last word I did last night. help for scrivener here.

Everything good,yeah? all fixed! Moving on! Only I'm not. I still have that dead feeling inside, and it's not going away. At least, yet. My work is open sitting right in my face, and I can't write a word. All I feel is dread.

Le sigh.

OMG, I got bit by a plot bunny! I hope it's not a rabbid bunny, I wouldn't want to have to put him down... for that matter, I hope I don't now have rabies. It's such a muscled, incideous plot bunny, I might actually *gasp!* write something.

Announcing the birth of...

The Rain Wars


I really hope it goes somewhere.