So, yesterday was a work day, and I worked. Five hundred words on an as-yet nameless short piece destined for a chapbook; and about 2,000 words on Fifth of Five.
Today. . .isn’t looking good on the work front. Our very efficient agent has lined up a tour of our list of possible houses, which is going to eat most-if-not-all of the afternoon. This morning, I need to do the dishes I ignored yesterday because — working, and also clean the cat fountain, which as decided to stop fountaining. I Suspect Cat Fur in the motor; it’s happened before. Somewhere in there, too, I need to call the doctor because This Has Gone on Long Enough, and wedge in an evening appointment. Or maybe early tomorrow.
On the topic of shorter works (by which I mean not novels), is there a story you — yes, you! — would like to read? I anticipate that we will be writing several new stories/new chapbooks, and we’re open to suggestions. Let me know in comments.
And now. . .I’d better get with the dishes.
Everybody stay dry.
Oh: Fifth of Five +/-39,000 of a theoretical +/-100,000 words
Titleless short story 500 words of whoknows
Snippet: In the port city of Solcintra, on a certain day in the third relumma of the year called Phantione, a boy was delivered to the delm of Clan Serat, who did not want him.