Going into the Stretch
Allow me to set the scene: A door opens on a darkened room, the sounds of crickets chirping fill your ears. Back in the far corner, behind assorted clutter and collected oddities (yes, that’s a Cat in the Hat hat on top of a gargoyle — don’t judge) you glimpse a faint light. As you draw closer you hear a noise few will recall — the sound of a phonograph needle stuck at the end of an album — kktcchhhht kktcchhht kktcchhhht. You creap closer. There, huddled over an upturned crate with nothing but a cheap desk lamp for illumination, sits a woman, one hand clenched around a coffee mug, the other scribbling furiously with a red pen. She’s muttering to herself. As you watch she cackles — hysteria bordering on madness. She never even knows you’re there, and you back away slowly so as not to disturb her.
Yep, that’s me. Broken record. In the corner. Same ol’ story. BUT I am on the <ta, ta, ta, da!> final three chapters. BesidestheoneIhavetoaddbecauseIdon’tlikethewayIendedthings. *cough* What? Did you say something? Didn’t think so.
Moving on . . . I realize I’m absent from most of the social networking fronts. Between the WIP and the fact that warmer weather has finally arrived and I can be outside pursuing other things I enjoy, well, eats up the time pretty quickly. But, I am still here. I am still fighting the fight. And, hopefully, soon, you’ll hear something different from me.
I did find time to join in on Krista Walsh’s project, Greylands. I believe my addition will be posted Monday at The Raven’s Quill. It was a nice little break from the WIP. And I haven’t forgotten I promised to post bits of another project I occasionally dabble at for those of you who want to read some of what I spend my free time at. But we’re heading out of town Friday so it’s very likely you won’t hear from me again until next week.
Still ROWing — at least for another week. 🙂