Posessed by the Muse

It is the absolute truth. Last night as I was prepareing for bed - well reading before bed - I put a cd into the player, and contiously thought "I'm going to read now, I'm rather tired so I probably won't be that long doing so." As I was thinking this I was unconsiously pulling my computer chair out from the desk and settling myself in for a bit of a writing fest... huh... wadda ya know? I sat down and I completed a healthy couple pages of plot with twists and answers given. I got stuff accomplished, like two to three pages, which doesn't seem like much, but I did only have like an hour to do it in. It was pretty nuts, and I felt that it was the opening of the gate. I'm not going to push it too hard for fear of offending the gods and my muse, for fear of slamming the gate closed, but hey: we might just have something here.

I felt terrible for not writing this toot sweet in the blog that is ever so neglected, but daddy was using it and he doesn't get to use the computer for entertainment too often. He's "Organizing his life" or so he says. Many a slide show is being created. It's quite cute.

Poor neglected little bloggie...

Just thought I'd pop in with something fun... nothing much has happened here at writing on writing for a while.

We want to be here: A slush pile at TOR. Hopefully we'll be read... and requested... and published...