I think I can write today, but man, my little brain is feeling pretty spongy right now. I have to convince myself to go do my Pilates. I’d been planning to swim today, but I’m more than half afraid that if I do I’ll lose the afternoon’s writing to unconsciousness, despite the word wars. I don’t know. We’ll see. God on a stick, though. I’m just…blblbaaaaggh. *stares around mindlessly*

Today is International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Wretch Day, and I’d had a very vague hope of writing something new for it, but the words “bahahahahahahaha” come to mind. I suspect the best I can do is point you at my writing page, particularly if you missed the series of short stories I wrote last fall. I’ll look on Nook, but mostly what’s there are opening scenes and chapters or sequences from books I intend to write, rather than any complete bits of fiction.

I am going to try very hard to stay away from sweets over the next 7 days. The truth is that I may very well not last through today, much less a week, because I’m giving writing pretty much everything in my soul right now, and I might just flat out not have anything left to lend to the deceptively simple concept of “just don’t eat any sweets”.

Okay. Exercise, and then food, and then work. She said encouragingly, and gently, to herself.

currently: exhausted

This is the prequel to a television series idea I’d like to pitch someday. (Other people have hobbies. I apparently have an unending obsession with creating more work for myself all the time.) Enjoy!

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currently: energetic

It’s Internet Busking & Fiction Week at mizkit.com. Over the next five days, I’ll be posting short stories I’ve written recently.

Now, as it is (with apologies to Jane Austen) a truth universally acknowledged that a mid-list author in possession of good reviews must be in want of an income, if you enjoy the stories and have it to spare, I would be delighted if you wanted to send a few quid (as they say here) my way. You can use open@mizkit.com as a Paypal address. There is, though, no obligation at all, and mostly I hope you enjoy the stories.

This first story was written for my nephew, and is latest in the Tales from Gryphon Beach.

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