I’ll admit it. I have holiday fever. I love this time of the year. There’s a certain sort of magic that seems to float on the air like dandelion wisps.
And so, while I figure out what the heck is going on in the two books I’m writing to follow-up the novella … not to mention trying to get them done for January and February… I decided, what the heck! Why don’t I write a holiday short.
Yes. Now. Go ahead. Point and Laugh.
So, this weekend I wrote 10k for a New Years Eve story. It’s about 1/2 way done (which means it work out to about 80 pages, or almost 2 hours for the average reader). I’ve already picked out a cute cover and found an available editor.
The work just needs to get done this week.
So, I’ll be writing everywhere I go. I may have annoyed the guy next to me on the bus this morning with all my scribbling. But he smelled funny, so we’re even.
And so, I’m having one of those days where I really don’t want to be at work. I want to be home bringing more emotional destruction and ridiculousness to my poor, belabored heroine as I send her on yet another internet-dating adventure.
Hmmmm… *cough* Is that a cold I feel coming on?
~~Caitie~~
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