A Light Through the Darkness

There might even be a real writing post later! With, like, content! I know, shocking, huh?

I do apologize for the lack of real content - I've been super busy, and tired. I think I'm fighting off a cold that really, really wants to take up residence in my head. It hasn't gained much of a foothold, but I'm not taking any chances. It's been so busy here!

OT at work, too, which cuts down the writing time/me time even more. I don't even get my studio day this week! *sniff* So sad...

But even while working, I have writing ideas that are starting to percolate. I'm having some real issues with characters and this third book - once I figure it out, I promise I'll do a writing post. Luckily, there were some great folks in FM Chat that helped me out with some really good advice, especially mer_blackwood. I'm still doing the prewriting stuff, but the book will be MUCH stronger when I do get it down.

I've also got some glimmers of my Christmas present for you guys - I think it might be a part of the larger Olympus book. Yes, I think Olympus is going to be an actual book - I've got some plot, and it's gaining steam. And it's FUN. Of course, now it needs a title (and the MC's name needs to change, because I've already got an Abby/Jack story), but I finally get to use Jack Frost as a hero in a book that ISN'T noncanon! And this Jack is...well, he's sexy, but he's not the Jacks I've written before. I like this Jack. I think you guys will like him too.

Oh, and I'm doing my Christmas cards tonight. So if you wanted one, be on the lookout early next week!

Two sets of metrics. More later, possibly.

Last Rites
Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 1521
Words Added: 1521

Starting Line:
Bang. Bang. Bang.

Ending Line:
Amy shuddered. “God help us all.”

Darling:
She hadn’t seen the crime scene photos yet. Body after twisted body lay on the ground, their faces a mask of pain and fear. Nikki’s victims had died peacefully, their lives stolen gently: Thom’s attack had been savage, ruthless and cold. Amy wasn’t sure which she feared more.

Olympus, Maine
Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 1059
Words Added:1059

Starting Line:
"Where the fuck am I?"

Ending Line:
“Be good, Sisyphus,” she said, getting out and patting the Geo on its roof. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Darling:
A mist started to creep along beside her as she drove on into the night, and Abby rolled up the window, shivering just a little. The moon had yet to rise, but the mist and the dark trees marching into the night whispered to her, and all the stupid horror movies she’d watched with her brother began to play in her head. The radio had broken about ten thousand miles ago, so all she had to occupy her was the whistling of the wind as she drove.

There was actually more done of Last Rites, but I left the stick out in the car. I'll update later.