Don't know what happened but couldn't log on to LJ for almost a week. It either wasn't there, or the log in hung up so badly I didn't have the patience to wait it out. Gave me flashbacks to my old dial up days!
Finished one more chapter on The Other Book last week. Still like where it's going, that's a good thing.
Hung up on BD&L. Chapter 13 about killed me. Sent the last draft of 13-Finis to my reader to get some feedback. Maybe I don't need to totally re-write my back end. Maybe I'm just being a super picky nut job. (Hmm, if I *could* re-write my back end, it would be smaller and firmer.)
Then, when I should have been working on either of the two above projects, I wrote a little over 3k in one sitting about...well...no idea. It was prompted by watching the video for Godsmack's Voodoo (one of only two Godsmack songs I like). It starts out like this:
He had been dead.
He distinctly remembered dying. Remembered the exact moment he had taken his last breath, the moment of excruciating pain
and then . . . peace.
He had longed for that more than anything. Had he been a lesser man, or perhaps a greater one, he would have found it on his
own.
And now . . . another harsh breath. Not because he wanted to but because he needed to. Because his heart was forcing itself into a steady rhythm that demanded he keep pace.
He growled his anger into the darkness and rolled onto his side, felt the edge of what he was lying on a split moment before falling. Not far enough or hard enough to kill him again. No, just enough to hurt. Just enough to knock his newly fought for breaths out of his lungs.
“Goddess be damned,” through teethed clenched against the pain of muscles remembering how to move as he pushed himself up on his hands, spitting dust.
Did he not deserve rest? Had he not proven himself time and again? A thousand lifetimes over and he had not earned the rest he deserved?
So for now it will go in the miscellaneous folder to be pulled out at some later date and turned into something real. Unless the characters keep nagging at me. In which case it might be pulled out a whole lot sooner.