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Nov. 27th, 2018 01:15 amIt was hard to motivate today. Had to slog to the store the sleet. Then frontier was out AGAIN. Took two hours on the live chat to get them to send a tech out tomorrow (which is good since I'm home) They won't tell me potential fees (fun times) but it's gone down one a month since August I'm unamused.
Then I have a bad feeling about my sabbatical proposal when they called me and asked 'well what is the product here'. WHAT? It did say I was going to write something and create a class AND add it to existing classes. Sigh. Bet I don't get it.
And then I got a rejection on my solarpunk story which made me sad. I loved the sound of that anthology but it was a nice rejection if nothing else. I need to see how long it is. If it's long enough I might just submit it to one of my other publishers as a novella.
But all of that sucked my creativity.
But here's more snippet a little further into the pub scene
She placed the order when the waitress came to check on her then turned to Marin, "Are you new to the department? I remember Zvon talking about Iahel as head of homicide."
"I am, quite new to town really. The chief wanted fresh blood. I'm from Dawrrow on the Sea. Iahel said she was going to recruit Zvon so I assured her i would. It made her feel better about partially retiring." A faint smile tugged at Marin's full, very red, lips. "I don't think she wanted to turn the department over to someone as young as I am. I know some of the current detectives aren't thrilled that I'm their new boss. It will be an interesting transition. I think Zvon will help with that. He's well thought of by most of the detectives."
Zvon went pink to the tips of his ears.
"Thank you for saying that. He sometimes doesn't believe it but it's no surprise to me, he's good."
"Thanks," Zvon whispered then shook himself. "I appreciate the vote of confidence."
"With your magic, it's hard to imagine you won't be an asset," Marin said.
Arria knew Marin couldn't miss the grimace Zvon couldn't keep off his face. He didn't like to be reminded of his magic even though it was rare as ice flowers. She remembered the day it manifested, a shiver running through her at the thought. He blamed his father for it and she didn't blame him.
"It's not always as helpful as you might think," Zvon said as a magic eater peeked out of Marin's jacket pocket. It hopped out onto his arm and Arria's three fluttered over to inspect it.
"Oh, your poor magic eater is missing a wing," she said.
Marin reached over and scrubbed a finger along the creature's back. It leaned into the scratching. "Mal was born that way."
"He probably should have been mine," Zvon laughed as the waitress returned with two big plates of gravy smothered meat and drowned smashed tubers.
37874 / 50000 words. 76% done!
Then I have a bad feeling about my sabbatical proposal when they called me and asked 'well what is the product here'. WHAT? It did say I was going to write something and create a class AND add it to existing classes. Sigh. Bet I don't get it.
And then I got a rejection on my solarpunk story which made me sad. I loved the sound of that anthology but it was a nice rejection if nothing else. I need to see how long it is. If it's long enough I might just submit it to one of my other publishers as a novella.
But all of that sucked my creativity.
But here's more snippet a little further into the pub scene
She placed the order when the waitress came to check on her then turned to Marin, "Are you new to the department? I remember Zvon talking about Iahel as head of homicide."
"I am, quite new to town really. The chief wanted fresh blood. I'm from Dawrrow on the Sea. Iahel said she was going to recruit Zvon so I assured her i would. It made her feel better about partially retiring." A faint smile tugged at Marin's full, very red, lips. "I don't think she wanted to turn the department over to someone as young as I am. I know some of the current detectives aren't thrilled that I'm their new boss. It will be an interesting transition. I think Zvon will help with that. He's well thought of by most of the detectives."
Zvon went pink to the tips of his ears.
"Thank you for saying that. He sometimes doesn't believe it but it's no surprise to me, he's good."
"Thanks," Zvon whispered then shook himself. "I appreciate the vote of confidence."
"With your magic, it's hard to imagine you won't be an asset," Marin said.
Arria knew Marin couldn't miss the grimace Zvon couldn't keep off his face. He didn't like to be reminded of his magic even though it was rare as ice flowers. She remembered the day it manifested, a shiver running through her at the thought. He blamed his father for it and she didn't blame him.
"It's not always as helpful as you might think," Zvon said as a magic eater peeked out of Marin's jacket pocket. It hopped out onto his arm and Arria's three fluttered over to inspect it.
"Oh, your poor magic eater is missing a wing," she said.
Marin reached over and scrubbed a finger along the creature's back. It leaned into the scratching. "Mal was born that way."
"He probably should have been mine," Zvon laughed as the waitress returned with two big plates of gravy smothered meat and drowned smashed tubers.
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