W.I.P. A Little Late

 Happy Valentine's week!

I know I'm a few days late, being sick is the pits.

There are a few projects I've been trying to keep in the works. Today I'll post a snippet from NaNoWriMo 2020.

When they entered the house Katherine nearly gagged on the excess of dust hanging in the air.  They walked in further, and Rhys opened one of the windows. A breeze came in stirring up the dust in the unused building. Katherine sneezed.

“A bit dusty?”

Katherine looked over at her newly found brother. There was a sly smirk on his face. Casually putting her hands behind her back, she scooped up a bit of the dust. Walking over to him she gently blew it into his face, smiling. As he inhaled it, she stepped back, knowing what would come. As if on cue he sneezed.

“A bit dusty?” She asked scarcasticly.

Putting on his best fake smile he stepped forward, scooping up a handful of dust and walking towards her. The smile turned into a genuine grin when she moved away.

“No…” she started, backing away a memory flashed across her mind. “Rhys, don’t you dare . . .”

What have you been up to this week?

W.I.P. My Goodness

Working on new projects, or even finishing them, should have been a slogan of some kind for 2020.

Yet I've seen to come across more projects than finishing the previous one. It's been a fun journey though. Beginning new tales, working on old writings. Getting canvas and paints from various locals, setting to making a personal masterpiece.

While finishing projects is the bane of my existence, or rather, it causes too much remorse to leave a project in which I've been immersed, beginning them is a sport I've mastered.

Here is a paragraph from something I began working on while re-watching "The Mandalorian". It sort of started out as one thing, then morphed into another, before realizing it wanted to be science fiction.

The theatre was relatively small. It was a front for other businesses that rented out the various rooms and boxes. It had been transformed into a market place. A boost for the local economy and smaller businesses.

She lived in the confines of the massive structure.

Hiding.

She operated a small business of her own from one of the enclosed boxes. It was easy to lock her wares up for the night, rather than bringing them back and forth each day. She kept a small bunk for easy use at the end of the day, making her "shop" into her home. She hid it as a pallet she sat on while selling her wares. Hiding it in plain sight from the overbearing managers.

Share what you've been up to, and I'll see you next week!

W.I.P. ... I think...?

 I fully admit that while I’ve managed to keep this up for nearly five years, 2020 has finally seen me drop the ball.

Gloriously. 

While it’s been a mess this year, I have still managed to accomplish some writing.  I have also managed to do some artwork, and since I have easier access to that here’s a little art.

BONUS!!!! Here’s a time lapse of the process.

How have you been doing this year? Leave a comment or share something positive that happened this year. 

W.I.P. National Novel Writing Month

 

Welcome to November 2020!

Or, writing 50,000 in 30 days and trying to keep everything in order and have something coherent come out of it all.

I participate in National Novel Writing Month each year. Usually it’s where I can get thoughts down or other random ideas that have crossed my mind. This year I began trying to finish some chapters for a novel (the idea ran out) so I began another (which ran out). Now I am re-editing and re-writing some old pieces of work which still counts. So, here is a little tidbit of what I’ve been working on.

The day she went off to college was the best day of her life.

She was sad to leave behind friends, they were all sad to go their separate ways, but it was a new beginning. A new time to escape from their little town and move on to different things, to see what the world would become for each of them – graduation day was full of mixed feelings.

While everyone spent the weekend preparing for a summer full of fun, relaxation, expensive trips, or travelling, she spent it packing all of her belongings.

In spite of the mess she usually had around her, she’d gotten rid of everything that was absolutely necessary. All the small things that could be given away she sent on their way to others who would appreciate them better. By Sunday she had everything she needed to begin her new life away from home.

“Hey, why are you still up?”

She glanced up at her mom. For some reason she wasn’t finding it difficult to feel sad about leaving.

“Just making sure I have enough room for what I’m using tonight.”

“You do know that even college students come home on occasion,” her mom sat on the bed. “I’m trying to understand why you’re packing as though you’ll never come back.”

She sat down beside her mom.

“Yeah, I guess I could leave some stuff –”

Her mother shook her head, “No. You don’t have to explain Catherine. Sometimes we need to take that plunge, pack up, and move into what the world has to offer you.”

They shared a side hug.

“I guess I’m a little sad you’re moving a couple states away and not staying closer.”

Are you participating this year? If so leave a little blurb with what you’re writing.

W.I.P. Well.... Ideas count, right?

 As we're all well aware, this year hasn't been great for much of anything.

This blog has certainly suffered due to ... everything.

While updating it has been *coughmissed* a few times this month, writing little bits per week has been something.

I have begun to outline various stories that I want to work on (some of them I actually have begun).

There have been little things going around stating "Use Your Initials and Find Out Your Y/A Novel Title!" I've done two of those and these were the results:

Assassins, French Kissing, and Other Bad Ideas

The Daughter of Nightmares and Smoke

Now, one of these actually has a little steam behind it, while the other one is currently being outlined. Here is a little blurb of something in the middle.

The idea was to write a novel.

"So - how long is this going to last. A month, a week...?"

"Not funny."

"It's true, isn't it?"

She rolled her eyes. This was a conversation that abounded each time a new interest caught her attention. While it was true nothing lasted long and her attention was dim in some regards, surely there was one thing she could see through.

"Come on, let's get some lunch."

"You sure dessert won't distract me from eating?"

The chuckle confirmed the teasing nature. While they would always be in a slight disagreement about her attention span, they would always be together.

"Hey Nicholas! How's the wedding planning coming?"

Well ... at least until he married and left.

"You know, Annabeth has everything covered. I'm just here to say the vows."

"Well, that's good to know. How's the latest venture Catalyn?"

She took a seat across from Nicholas.

"It's slow, but coming along."

"What is this new venture, I always forget what you're up to."

Catalyn managed not to make her smile too tight.

"Opening a bed and breakfast at the old Sanderson place."

"Oh," Stephanie stepped back, "good luck."

Catalyn rolled her eyes.

"Geeze, doesn't anyone mind their own business?"

Nicholas laughed.

"What?"

"Come on Lynnie, you know I believe in you. I really do," he raised the menu to hide his face, "but you've got a track of not finishing big projects."

She wanted to argue, to say it was crazy, but she couldn't. She knew the truth was a hard pill to swallow. She knew the town thought this one would fall through too. But she knew something they didn't. Each time she came close to finishing, something overcame her. A sense of dread that the ending was about to hit, followed by a sense of panic.

"Lynnie, don't let them get you down."

She picked her menu up, "Yeah, sure."

She had to finish this project. No matter what - she would finish this one.

This would be the first project to be completed by her.

That was her final decision.

What have you been working on this month? Are you ready for NaNoWriMo next month?

W.I.P. Back at it Again...

 With the start of classes on campus three weeks ago (just the one really, 1/4 but we're all thinking it'll go online soon too due to the virus running amock), I began what I do best while taking notes in class. Which is to say - I began writing little bits in the margins/extra spaces of my notes!

Here are some little bits of what I've been having run around through my head while studying up on Tennyson and Rossetti.

What else can I say to this?

Poetry is no longer

underrated. It never has been

unless, to a philistine mine they seem

unrevelant. Don't they realize

these predated the

novels we so richly

love? Bring back

the Poetry! Or

else, hide it with-

in the novel you create.

Surprise the reader with a

little rhyming in reason.

****

Back Again

Back again, in a seat

Taking notes, precise, and neat

Finding Rhymes

While listening for a long time

Learning anew,

Reading lessons in a queue.

Time to finish finally,

Back Again.

****

There you are.

Poetry.

Feel free to leave a comment if you so choose. (At this point I'd be surprised if anyone was actually reading this blog anymore.)

W.I.P. All the Things She Said

 I've been extremely lax on this blog for a while. I usually try and get something done before Tuesday, but then Tuesday comes around and I realize I've nothing actually prepared.

Naturally, I've been trying to keep up writing so that I actually have a work in progress to promote. XD

Well, I'll leave a little tidbit of something I've been playing around with for a while.

Hope you're having a great week, continue to stay safe!.

Chapter One - In Which Decisions Are Made...

The idea was to write a novel.

"So - how long is this going to last. A month, a week...?"

"Not funny."

"It's true, isn't it?"

She rolled her eyes. This was a conversation that abounded each time a new interest caught her attention. While it was true nothing lasted long and her attention was dim in some regards, surely there was one thing she could see through.

"Come on, let's get some lunch."

"You sure dessert won't distract me from eating?"

The chuckle confirmed the teasing nature. While they would always be in a slight disagreement about her attention span, they would always be together.

"Hey Nicholas! How's the wedding planning coming?"

Well ... at least until he married and left.

"You know, Annabeth has everything covered. I'm just here to say the vows."

"Well, that's good to know. How's the latest venture Catalyn?"

She took a seat across from Nicholas.

"It's slow, but coming along."

"What is this new venture, I always forget what you're up to."

Catalyn managed not to make her smile too tight.

"Opening a bed and breakfast at the old Sanderson place."

"Oh," Stephanie stepped back, "good luck."

Catalyn rolled her eyes.

"Geeze, doesn't anyone mind their own business?"

Nicholas laughed.

"What?"

"Come on Lynnie, you know I believe in you. I really do," he raised the menu to hide his face, "but you've got a track of not finishing big projects."

She wanted to argue, to say it was crazy, but she couldn't. She knew the truth was a hard pill to swallow. She knew the town thought this one would fall through too. But she knew something they didn't. Each time she came close to finishing, something overcame her. A sense of dread that the ending was about to hit, followed by a sense of panic.

"Lynnie, don't let them get you down."

She picked her menu up, "Yeah, sure."

She had to finish this project. No matter what - she would finish this one.

This would be the first project to be completed by her.

That was her final decision.

Feel free to leave a comment if you want.

W.I.P. Lots of Little Things

In these times I've taken up art.

I have a lot of paint (which increases those few times I leave the house), and I've gotten a ton of projects from Five Below. At this point, I think I'm personally financing the store.

Also - Dollar Tree is a great place to find stuff too.

I don't really have a whole lot of pictures of those projects, but I have been doing some extra writing too.

Here's a little tidbit.

The shot went past her head. She could hear the soft whistle, feel the slight shift of the air as it streamed beyond her. One moment she was facing down the fiend who’d nearly trapped her in another world. Who had succeeded in trapping others.

She watched the look in the man’s eyes as they widened. His fall to the ground had her confused.

Turning slowly she came fact to face with someone she hadn’t been expecting.

“I finally caught up with you.”

Her vocal chords forgot how to work. She barely managed to gape like a fish,. She didn’t think her eyes could grow any larger, nor her lids open further.

“Do you know how long it took me? After that last conversation?”

She continued to stare, uncertain if this was another vivid dream or someone was pulling her leg.

“After that last conversation I realized that I needed to do something to change. Certainly all the movements going around also helped spur me off the main drag. I retired, you know.”

She watched him, wondering if gaping would be acceptable.

Another shot rang past her. She jumped.

“What?”

The word escaped her lips on a confused brush of air.

“He was twitching.”

Confusion was her best option here.

“I went to your home town, looking for you.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“I saw what had happened, then began asking around.” He chuckled, “I suppose I would have made a great detective.”

She was an intelligent, resourseful woman, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember how to use actual words.

Another shot rang in her ears.

“What the heck was that for?”

She spun around to find the fiend had crawled up behind her.

“What?”

Don't forget to share what you've been working on! Let's get some things done!

W.I.P.

Right - another Work in Progress Month!

Here's a little tidbit on another new project I'm doing.

“Rath, you awake yet?”

She turned over, hoping it was her imagination talking.

“Come on honey, you need to get up. The bus is going to leave without you if you don’t.”

She shifted, tossing the covers off.

“Mom, the trip isn’t until tomorrow.”

“Doesn’t matter, you need to get to school.”

“Right, no one will care if I skip classes today,” Rath muttered once she was sure her mother was no longer at the door. “Half the senior class is skipping today to go shopping for the trip.”

Shaking off the potential argument she laid in bed a little longer. The dream she’d had was still on the tip of her tongue, lingering.

Getting up, she flipped the switch on the lamp sitting on her desk. Opening a tall sketch book to a new page she started sketching the woman who kept appearing in her dreams each night. The woman who also appeared in her nightmares when Rath wasn’t looking.

She didn’t have to see the woman there to know she was.

Finishing the quick sketch she left the book open when she got dressed for school. Dumping the sketch book into her bag she headed down the stairs towards the kitchen.

“I’ve got some toast here for you, and a sack lunch.”

“Thanks mom,” Rath dumped her stuff while she rummaged for a few other things to add to her bag. It never hurt to have light, non-noisy snacks in her bag when classes became dull.

“Is there anything else you need me to get you for the trip tomorrow?”

Rath considered it, “No. I want to save the extra space for shopping when I get down there.”

What are you up to this month?

W.I.P. What a Load of -

 - WORDS!

 Or Mermaids - either way it's gonna be a great month.

I do have a few mermaids I've been sketching per day - I have yet to post any of them though. We'll see how this post goes.

Here is a little insert of what I've kinda been up to.

With a new amount of energy that I didn’t know I had reserved, I pushed myself to the top. The door opened at my touch.

From the roof, which it clearly was, considering the view. I could see the entire city. It was spread before me like a giant canvas. A painting from which I had not seen the likes before, nor ever possibly see again. There was no comparison to what I now saw to any of the old Masters’ works.

I halted in my flight to gaze for a moment. The view was spectacular!

But what a second turned out to be was the last moments for the pursuit to catch up with me.

“There she is!”

Oh crap.

Without a backward glance I pulled out a coil of rope from my side, ran to the edge and flung myself off the roof.

There were panicked shouts from those above me and some below.

What are you up to this week?

W.I.P. April Showers -

This time around it's not writing I've been working on. (Well I have been writing, just not as much.)

This week is a little peek at a project I've been working on for a while.

I drew the original piece back in 2014-15ish.

This is a little update using the software PaintToolSai.

What have you been working on this Quarantine time? Leave a comment below and let's be artistic together this week!

W.I.P. Gathering thoughts together

Story ideas are crazy little things that come to me during work and other inconvenient moments, but never when I'm sitting down with the things I need to get the idea down.

Ever had that happen?

Happens to me every single day. And it's all great. It gives me time to flesh out stories in weird settings, to write out scenes in strange places so that they'll become easier to write down when I can.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Crane.”

I was sorely tempted to give him a finger wave as he rode away.

“You shouldn’t have been so hard on him.”

I managed not to huff as I went back into the kitchen. I wanted to ignore her altogether, but she followed me. I nodded to the cook and picked up an apron to save the dress I was wearing from abuse. I would have gone upstairs to change, but that would have left me alone with Mary to lecture me about the fine art of courtship.

I intended to bake out my frustrations.

“He fancies you, you know.”

I gathered the ingredients for making bread, trying not to cringe in distaste. There was no way I could, or would, get involved with this jolly sailor bold. I rammed both fists into the dough, grateful it was easy to manipulate.

“Right and the war between the Americas and the British isn’t going to happen,” I muttered.

“What was that?”

“How can you possibly know that?”

I spoke louder, hoping I hadn’t created a faux pas in the time line.

“I mean, sailors are more known though they’re,” I pounded the dough a bit more before beginning to braid it, “loos morals, lack of income, and even looser women.”

I pounded another fist into the dough, breaking the braid I’d tried to make.

“Constance, are you really mad at him,” she reached over, taking my hands. I was prevented from further kneading, “Or are you mad at someone else?”

I hated to admit when someone else was right; I was frustrated. I wasn’t mad at Officer Jonathan Carbis. I was angry at the people who were responsible for sending me here to begin with. I was more than angry with those loses back at the book publishing company who’d been literal demons. Angry that I hadn’t caught on sooner – with all the books I’d made about such things.

I.

Pound.

Hadn’t.

Pound.

Seen.

Pound.

It.

Pound.

Coming!

I slammed my fists into the dough a final time. The table rattled so hard one of the pans fell off, clattering to the floor. The cook came running in.

Mary was staring at me.

“I’ll clean it up,” I let out a sigh, wiping my hands on a rag. The cook left again while I picked up the pan and set it in the sink. I sat down with an ungraceful thump, “I hate it when you’re right, Mary.”

She chuckled.

“It’s a perk of being a mother. Some things just come naturally,” she took the screaming kettle off the stove, pouring some of the boiling liquid into a blue china tea pot.

It was one of those fancy gifts from the in laws. Holidays and birthdays were serious business around here.

[This is late - I got distracted by editing!]

W.I.P. Editing is Everything

This week for my Work in Progress, I'll share a little bit of one of my NaNo stories that I was typing up. I'm going back through editing them and here is a little snippet.

I covered my ears with both hands, trying not to let the words seep into my mind – to let them affect me. None of them were true. I knew that. None of them existed to me.

“You can’t keep out the truth anymore. The truth of what you’ve known since this whole journey began. The truth that will always be –”

I tipped the scarf from around my face, shouting, “Quiet!”

I opened my eyes wide, then blinked.

I blinked again.

The fog was gone.

The room was full of people once again.

The noise shattered, breaking into the silence.

I closed my mouth, grimacing. I wondered if they’d all heard my outburst. If the scene before this one had been merely an illusion of my own making. If –

The noise came soon after, filling the empty space with music and chatter.

It was as though the past amount of time hadn’t happened at all. I quickly and quietly slipped backstage, barely shifting the curtain at all as I hid behind it. Taking the scarf I held it in my hands, a barrier to what might come next, staring at the stain blooming upon it.

I hadn’t realized what sort of thing had transpired.

“Map – Mira, are you back there?”

I was tempted to keep quiet. I didn’t want to have to explain what had happened, why I’d had the sudden outburst.

Shaking off the haze I replaced the scarf on my head, adjusting it so the stain didn’t show, before Andrea poked her head around the curtain.

I had no idea how she’d found me.

“Yeah, I had to check some of the wiring for the DJ,” I adjusted my costume a bit, pretending to look through the wiring. I pretended to flip a few switches (not actually doing so), and to adjust some of the cords. I also pretended to brush off some dust or lint from my costume. It was easy. I was great at pretending with Andrea, “I just needed a minute.”

What are you working on this week?

W.I.P. NaNoWriMo Excerpts

Here's a little few snippets from what I did last month. Enjoy!

(Critiques are welcome!)

The following morning I was all packed.

I was fully ready to be off this vessel and back on dry land. Sure, I’d finally gotten my sea legs, but there was nothng that could beat walking on your own two feet without the threat of being heaved to.

“Does this mean you’re holding him to his word on this one?”

Mary came into the room. She had managed to keep herself, and three children packed and tidy the whole trip. What was it like to have that kind of stability in your life?

“Why not,” I folded a nighdress, trying not to cringe. I hated wearing those things. “We’ve at sea long enough. And there have been plenty of ports. I don’t know why he’s being so picky.”

She sat down I the chair by the desk.

“Perhaps he’s waiting for family?”

I took in a breath.

Did this mean she was confirming that he and she were – no.

“It would be interesting to finally meet his family.” I did my best to be vague. I didn’t want her assuming she was jealous of their relationship. I could get a husband risking everything for his wife. “See who his wife is.”

I put it out there, hoping she’d confirm it.

She laughed, “Well, I’m surprised he hasn’t told you.”

Please just end the misery!

“Told me what?”

Her eyes twinkled. That mischievous glance that I’d seen her give before.

W.I.P. When do I No?

This week I realized I have so many Works in Progress that I should never actually be without an entry for WIP week.

Starting new stories is a theraputic thing for me. I've begun so many new adventures on so many occasions, it's fun keeping track of them all. Sometimes old stories manage to intermingle with the new ones. Old characters become a side character in the new adventure.

This week I've been revisiting an old idea, with a new twist or three.

I haven't officially written anything down - being busy with work and no paper and pen on me can do that.

For today, here's an old little bit from an idea that is still alive and in the works.

“Don’t toss me!”

The bean bag came down and I was left facing a bewildered Erik and Inspector.

“What were you doing there?”

I was half way awake, a bit wider now that I’d almost been launched into a couch and in no mood for stupid.

“I was sleeping. In case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Wait…are those your pajamas?”

I paused, glancing briefly down at my long pajama pants and baggy tee shirt. Looking back up I raised half an eye brow, “Yeah. You got a problem with my comfort?”

“No! No, no, it’s just…”

“Ann we need you to come with us to the Basement. It’s not safe for you.”

I stared down again…. “Yeah. You do realize you just barged into a room full of women who were having a slumber party (sleep over?)?”

They had the decency to blush.

I ushered them out.

“Right, well I’ll be out when all of us are decent and dressed. Bye!”

Shutting the door in their face I glanced around the previously full room.

“Traitors,” I murmured. Scrounging my clothes from the piles on the floor I slipped into the bathroom and got ready.

What have you been up to this week? Leave a comment and let's brainstorm together!

W.I.P. Kinda Not As Busy

This past week has been one dosy as a time.

I've come up with lots of new ideas. Lots of new places. New characters. Old ones that like to creep into everything else (the jerks).

The newest idea I've labeled "The Mechanic".

It sorta stemmed from my ride on the Smugglers' Run over in Galaxy's Edge. It did begin as a fanfiction, of sorts. Than came to be something else entirely.

A little blurb of what I've been thinking about can be found below.


I had to leave.

I couldn't stay in this land of fiction anymore. I had to move out on my own. I had to become my own person.

Not the person who was known for the lost years I couldn't account for.

I wouldn't account for.

How could I tell them?

It was easier to gather my tools and get on the bus.

I got strange looks. Naturally.

"Who wears long sleeves in the middle of the summer?"

"What's with her face?"

It was easy to ignore them. I'd been ignoring people like that all my life. Why let it get to me? I'd heard worse.

I'd been through worse.

"Kettle Cove."

The bus pulled to a stop. No one got up.

I did.

"Thank you."

The driver's shock almost made me smile.

Stepping into the crisp air I breathed in the scent of pine, pumpkin, and spice.

I already felt home.


What are you working on this week? Leave a comment below and let's help each other.

W.I.P. - First Week

It comes as no surprise that last week's post was short. Abrupt, and not entirely about a movie or book (I think it was Book Nook week).

I did it at the last minute while working some crazy shifts at my new job while trying to make meals and take care of car insurance.

For this week, I'll try and take a little time to post some little blurbs that have been going through my mind. Working a fast-paced job can sometimes bring inspiration from the most mundane of things.

Mind Reeling

Can't escape the feeling

I'm losing time

To figure out life

Someone stop the world

For a moment of time

To catch my breath

I've lost my mind

Escaping to the world

Taking my brain

Off the Planet

To the Outer Rim

Is there anything that you're working on this week?

Leave a comment with your favorite fiction author and I'll do a drawing at the end of the month for a free giveaway.

W.I.Petered Out

My creative side has been on the back burner for the past month. We've had family move back in and life's been....hectic.


I'm going to start advertising a Give-Away. Next month I begin a brand new college internship down in Florida. Each month I will set up a give away. Most likely a random generator (unless you're the only one who follows or responds in which case, you win by default). Stay tuned for more Give-Away News!


For this month I will leave a little of what I had before from an older piece I was working on. Enjoy some poetry this July. And, if you feel inspired to, leave a comment below with what you're working on.

The morning after the concert and double homicide I woke up to someone trying to toss me on the floor. I’d fallen asleep in a rather large beanbag chair that felt more like a cushion than anything. After the other gals had drunk their fill of rum (Lizzy prevented me from getting any, at least remembering through her alcohol-induced haze that I didn’t drink), I had crashed from mental exhaustion. The bean bag was perfect – I melted into it and bundled down.

“Where’s Ann?”

I’d covered my face with another blanket, not wanting to deal with people in general. The choice to hide was gone the moment I was lifted into the air.

“Don’t toss me!”

The bean bag came down and I was left facing a bewildered Erik and Inspector.

“What were you doing there?”

I was half way awake, a bit wider now that I’d almost been launched into a couch and in no mood for stupid.

“I was sleeping. In case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Wait…are those your pajamas?”

I paused, glancing briefly down at my long pajama pants and baggy tee shirt. Looking back up I raised half an eye brow, “Yeah. You got a problem with my comfort?”

“No! No, no, it’s just…”

“Ann we need you to come with us to the Basement. It’s not safe for you.”

I stared down again…. “Yeah. You do realize you just barged into a room full of women who were having a slumber party (sleep over?)?”

What are you up to this month writing wise?

W.I.P. Umm.....

Here is a little excerpt from something I've been working on. At one point I added two potential ways of phrasing things. Let me know which one you think fits bet.

The morning after the concert and double homicide I woke up to someone trying to toss me on the floor. I’d fallen asleep in a rather large beanbag chair that felt more like a cushion than anything. After the other gals had drunk their fill of rum (Lizzy prevented me from getting any, at least remembering through her alcohol-induced haze that I didn’t drink), I had crashed from mental exhaustion. The bean bag was perfect – I melted into it and bundled down.

“Where’s Ann?”

I’d covered my face with another blanket, not wanting to deal with people in general. The choice to hide was gone the moment I was lifted into the air.

“Don’t toss me!”

The bean bag came down and I was left facing a bewildered Erik and Inspector.

“What were you doing there?”

I was half way awake, a bit wider now that I’d almost been launched into a couch and in no mood for stupid.

“I was sleeping. In case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Wait…are those your pajamas?”

I paused, glancing briefly down at my long pajama pants and baggy tee shirt. Looking back up I raised half an eye brow, “Yeah. You got a problem with my comfort?”

“No! No, no, it’s just…”

“Ann we need you to come with us to the Basement. It’s not safe for you.”

I stared down again…. “Yeah. You do realize you just barged into a room full of women who were having a slumber party (sleep over?)?”

They had the decency to blush.

I ushered them out.

“Right, well I’ll be out when all of us are decent and dressed. Bye!”

Shutting the door in their face I glanced around the previously full room.

“Traitors,” I murmured. Scrounging my clothes from the piles on the floor I slipped into the bathroom and got ready.

What are you working on this week? Need any help - I'd be glad to!

W.I.P. May-Day

(Forgive the late post, I've been sick since last Friday and haven't been doing much of anything except watching "Miss Fisher's Murders", "Midsomer Murder", "Death In Paradise", and "Haven".)

Here is a little ditty - or what have you - that you may find interesting. As always, leave a comment below with what it is you're working on, or just to say hello. :D

Daylight

has no place for

my shadows.

And my love that

is fading,

like the winter,

away.

Like the morning

I yearn to turn

my face to the day.

But I’m waiting

for the dark.

Have a fantastic week!