Trying to prove that I'm a writer

[jhetley]

The only way that matters. By writing.

Settled down and got in a few words on Chapter X, in which The Bitch straps on her cross-country skis and makes a couple of unpleasant discoveries. And finds an ally she can't feel comfortable in trusting.

I'd like a little more energy here. A little more motivation. This thing isn't glowing at me. Maybe I need to crank a few turns on the forge blower.

What's it gonna be -- sex, violence? Alien invasion? No, that last one is over on Beowulf's bit of shore.

Two out of three ain't bad.

And as a backup, the impersonal deadly rage of Maine winter.

Comments

[wcg.livejournal.com]

Jim has written in many, many fictons. I figured that if he knew Al Ded was slipping in, he'd be inspired to write something to drive the giant slug out.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

I think Al Ded might have a hard time moving in on this scene -- literally. Mid-December, Maine coast, temp is somewhere around 20 F with a wind. Not Slug weather.

[wcg.livejournal.com]

That's why he's monitoring it via Secret Spy Ray. He's smart enough to stay away from the road salt.

Ded aside, good luck with the writing Jim. I look forward to reading it.