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…
Tag: writing
hsm.
One of my short stories isn’t working. I’ve approached it wrong, and I don’t know if it matters enough to come at it again from a different angle. Or, perhaps, if I’ve got enough of a grasp on it in the first place to make it work. Or, perhaps, if the problem is that I spent yesterday sleeping and today cleaning and haven’t actually tried hard enough to make it work. I may give it another stab tomorrow. I hope it works; my well of short stories does not run…
oops.
Having done all that writing yesterday, my motivation seems to have drowned in today’s downfall of rain. Its loss is compounded by the kitty cats being cold, and therefore very happy to snuggle on me and emit kitty sleep rays. On the other hand, last night I did think of a Walker Papers short story I could write, so if I manage to locate my motivation, I’ll have something to do with it. Oh, God, my eyeballs itch. *rubs them until they’re swollen* ytd miles swum: 18.7
words
I have not left the house today. On the other hand, I’ve finished one short story, written the entirety of a second (especially remarkable in that the time elapsed from Ted suggesting it to me finishing it was less than 3 hours), and written a third or so of another. This must be worth something. Now there shall be pineapple upside-down cake. ytd wordcount: 325,800
just stuff
Y’know a couple weeks ago when I slept funny and woke up with my arm flung behind me? The joint’s been all achy and mucked up since then, but this morning it suddenly went CLICK and is fine again. It never ceases to amaze me both how much discomfort the body can become accustomed to and work with, and how very good it feels when the pain stops. I have had “write Chance #6” on my thinks to do list for like half a year now. Possibly longer. I finally…