October twenty-first? Since when? It seems like only yesterday I was here, blogging to this wonderfully empty room.
Ahem. Sorry ’bout that. I know you’re all out there, quietly listening. You’re good at that silent stuff. I can’t even hear you breathing. Now that’s ninja skill.
What have I been up to, you ask? Oh, a bit of this and that. Some word countage (not as much as hoped, however), some desk-clearing, some real-life shite. You know how it is.
Real life seems to be elbowing its way in (and not just elbows — knees, too!) and I am slightly distracted by it all.
B.E. was kind enough to forward me details on a short-story writing competition that definitely piques my interest, but the deadline is November first. I have no idea if I could pull something worthy off in this short of a time frame. Do I even have the right kind of story in my head? I might, actually. I’ve got something that’s been rolling around in there for a while, but it’s very vague. I don’t know if I could put it together properly in time.
*think, think, think*
I don’t know right now. In the meantime, I will go back to the WiP and see if I can figure out how it’s going to end. Yeah. I don’t actually know, right now. I have a few ideas, but nothing is gelling very clearly. Shite, shite, shite.
Hopefully I’ll be back soon with something more meaningful to tell you. But for now, I’m off. Ciao, dudes.