At this point Chloe has made three incursions into Sofa territory. We have managed to turn her back each time, but our resolve is waning. It's all in those big eyes of hers. This war is doooooomed.
am having so much freaking fun with this sci-fi story it is
unbelievable. Originally I intended to keep it as a once off, but there
are a lot of places I could take this. I kind of love this stuff, you
know. Yes, dear friends, I am totally obsessed. ETA is still set for the
first two weeks of September. Title and sample will be posted here and
on DA 9/1.
I spent most of the last two days doing
family stuff. I love my family, but sometimes the drama gets to be a
little much. Jamming writing time in between work and family the last
couple of weeks has felt a little bit like stuffing pages into a dam to
keep it from bursting. I guess it's like that for everybody. Except I've
noticed most of my friends and family tend to go dancing or party or
something, whereas I spend an evening working out imaginary political
problems and trying to balance a character's past with their current
(traumatizing) events. Which is fun, but it usually means my outward
life is boring. People ask "What did you do this weekend" and I can't
exactly say, "fight dragons with other dragons, a cannon and a
highschooler's understanding of physics" without looking like I've gone completely cracked.
So I say "write" and they invite me to go to a dive and get drunk on
whiskey sours that taste like pickle juice (Note to all bars everywhere:
DO NOT KEEP YOUR SWEET AND SOUR NEXT TO PICKLE JUICE. FOR THE LOVE OF
GOD, ANGELS AND BAR FLIES DO NOT DO THIS THING. THIS TASTES TERRIBLE.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA.) And I have to think up a way to bow out without
looking boring because Lowest Common Denominator DJs cannot compete with
dragons, and I have better sweet and sour at home.
Also: this is 2012. AC/DC is great and all, but if I hear "All my
exes live in Texas" one more time I will begin to scream and never
stop. My city needs a pool hall. Not a bar with a shitty coin fed pool
table that tilts due south.