In terms of the week I’ve had, yesterday wasn’t that bad. Yes, I felt like I was dragging a little, but I was writing. Between blogging and my WiP, I managed about two thousand words. Oh, and I wrote another two thousand word guest post that should be up later on another blog.
Considering I feel like I have the Chest Buster roaming around inside me, that’s not too bad.
I finally finished Part Eleven of Diners at the Memory’s End. It was helpful to get some of what I was feeling out, but unlike my, Cytheria is very cool under fire. She just blows things up and doesn’t get all that worked up over it. Well, she did upset a bit: just ask the exploding dummy at the end. But she knew it was take it out on something inanimate, or you might end up smoking someone close to you. Or you could break down a building. Decisions, decisions.
So now I can move on to Part Twelve, and that means there are only six more parts remaining to write. At least two of those are going to be big, and those will likely be the parts that kick this story up over fifty thousand words. Me, wordy? Surely you jest! But this is going to hit the short novel limit once more, and I don’t have a problem with that. Hey, where else can you get the most bang for your $2.99? If and when it gets published, that is . . .
In the meantime, I let my mind drift last night. Because that’s what I do when I need to do something that doesn’t involve thinking.
I got to thinking about Kerry.
I’ve written about Kerry more than a few times, but of late he’s been missing in action. A lot of that is because I’ve been so busy with my other writing, and trying to publish things, that he took a back seat to the action. Plus, I’ve been feeling sort of sad about him, because there are things I would love to say about him and his lovely girlfriend, Annie, but I can’t seem to find the voice for these things. It’s one of those things where I want to say something in words, but I can’t find the words.
And for a while, I assumed I might not ever. There are tales here, but I’m not sure I can ever tell them. But one never knows, so it doesn’t do to think about them.
But last night he was on my mind. I was listening to music . . . see, one of the covens supports an annual talent show around Ostara, and while Kerry can’t sing all that well–autotuning is the way to go, even if it’s magical–but he loves to perform. He loves being on the stage and put it out there for all to see. Yes, he’s not a very assuming person: in fact, if he could, he’d stay in the background all the time.
And the stage is where he does one of his craziest things every . . . but that’s another story.
I miss all that. It was a good trip down memory lane last night. I really need more of those, because when we can’t remember our past, we can’t ever see where we are going.
I need to see a lot in the months to come.
