The morning passed quietly. Wilom once again had the house to himself, and he put off leaving the kitchen bench and the cup of coffee Marc made for him for as long as possible. When he finally worked up the energy to leave the house, he found that Vanda was waiting for him. Continue reading “Incitement”
Welcome to the End
Yes, this is technically a day early. I know.
But because there won’t be anything posted tomorrow: Welcome to the end of NaNoWriMo. Continue reading “Welcome to the End”
Sprints and Marathons
And why you stretch before you go reaching for that metaphor. Continue reading “Sprints and Marathons”
Resolutions
When Wilom woke up the next morning, Jilli and Marc were playing with toys in the living room. He poured coffee from the pot Marc had left out and watched them for a moment, until Marc looked up. Continue reading “Resolutions”
NaNoWriMo and the Mushy Middle
It’s now about halfway through NaNo, give or take a few days. I won’t talk about how many words should or shouldn’t have been written by now. Honestly it doesn’t matter – as long as you’ve learned something new by this point in the month, that’s really the only thing that matters. Continue reading “NaNoWriMo and the Mushy Middle”
The First Week is Over
First week is done. It’s over now. Time to put it behind you. At this point – brace yourself, I’m about to mention wordcounts – you should have written about 11,669. Continue reading “The First Week is Over”
Return
After several increasingly hazy walks home, Wilom had to concede that the unease in the back of his mind was probably, finally, worth the trip to the ferryman. Continue reading “Return”
Missing
In the morning, Cathlin seemed to have forgotten their awkward conversation, or at least had not held Wilom’s answers against him. Continue reading “Missing”
Revealed
As Wilom ate dinner with Cathlin, Jilli and Marc, their soup was interrupted by a knock on the door. Wilom immediately went over, in his mind, where he’d put his documents. Continue reading “Revealed”
I Want to Try New Things
This one is very personal, and I don’t think it’s really going to be of interest to anyone else, but I couldn’t think of a writing problem to get snobbish about, so here we go. Continue reading “I Want to Try New Things”
Whimsy and Metaphor 