It's been a rougher day yet.

Mom fell last night and wouldn't go to the doctor. 'I only fell one step' Yeah I did too and BROKE my ankle when I was 40. You're 75 with two artifical knees and were so worried about being sleepy because you hit your head you wouldn't sit down but you won't go to the ER? Dad made her go today.

Luckily Mom is okay, just some bruising. Hopefully my brother had food poisoning and not a stomach virus because he went to check on her and got sick. He was still on the bathroom floor when she and dad got back from the ER.

This week needs to end.

I have no idea what the hell they're using to preserve the dissections this year but it's killing me. I spent 2 hours in it today and 4 hours tomorrow but all those chemicals pickled my muse into talking. I wrote nearly 5K today. I only need 3,500 tomorrow. This, unless something even more horrible happens, I can do.


notasupervillain asked to see the villain and I was going to post that tonight but since it's 130 AM and that scene is a mess of insert name here, have a little of Zvon and Caeles after Zvon gets back from his first crime scene.


He followed Marin to the first of their many interviews. It was hours before he finally managed to make it home. Dawn would break shortly. He'd only have a few hours between the sheets before he'd have to return to the station. Already he was wondering had he made a wise choice in this new job. Zvon slogged up the massive main staircase to his bedroom. The room was dark except for something glowing under the covers.

He rolled his eyes. Caeles learned to read under the covers as a child, trying to hide from his governess's watchful eyes and he kept up the habit even though he could have had a gas light on all night since Zvon wasn't around to keep awake. He wondered what he'd see when he jerked the covers down. Would his lover be awake lost in some other world captured in the pages or would he be asleep on book, a glow orb still resting on the pillow, gleaming into his shuttered eyes. Knowing Caeles, he'd bet on awake.

Zvon yanked the covers back and Caeles yelped, nearly dropping his book. He fumbled on the night stand for his glasses, settling them half askew on his face.

"Zvon! You scared me."

"How exactly didn't you hear me clomping up the steps?" he asked, shucking off his jacket, tossing it back out the door. It smelled too bad to leave in the bedroom. He'd need to do that with the rest of his clothing.

"I was reading," Caeles said as if that explained everything and for him it did. Something moved near his feet under the covers and Zvon assumed it was one of Caeles's cats.

"It's nearly dawn."

Caeles blinked then craned his head over his shoulder to look at the curtained window. "Really? And you're just getting back."

"Unfortunately and I'll have to leave in a few hours but I need a shower. I have blood caked on me." He held up his metal hand. "Not mine."

"Oh. You have to be exhausted. Anything I can do?"

"No but thank you. Other than to put out that light when I get in bed."

"Of course."

Zvon figured Caeles would read up until the minute he crawled into bed and he wasn't disappointed. He showered quickly, trying not to think of Imke as he washed her blood down the drain. After drying off and pulling on his night clothes, Zvon climbed into bed. At least there was no cat on his side, yet. Kea his magic eater roosted on the bedpost to sleep even though Zvon suspect Kea had been asleep for hours in his pocket.

Caeles curled up with Zvon, resting his head on Zvon's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around Zvon's chest but didn't press him for any details. Zvon appreciated being given silence and darkness so he could sleep. In spite of all he saw tonight, he was out within moments of his head touching the pillow.

46425 / 50000 words. 93% done!

Write Every Day 30

I'm putting this up early because the goal for nano is in sight and I might be too distracted later (also going for the last day of nano stuff with my local writers group and by local I mean it's nearly a 50 mile drive because I live in BFE).

It's been fun hosting half the month. I hope everyone is doing well with the goals (and it sure looks like a lot of you are pole vaulting over your personal goals so huzzah for all of yinz!) Apparently sucking dissecting fluid fumes as students suffer take their lab exam makes my muse go wild. I wrote 4850 words yesterday. I need to get 3600 to finish nano so go me.

I believe it's shopfront who is taking over for us tomorrow so be looking for that. And I'll be back tomorrow with the final tally for November. Where has this month gone?







BTW I'm sure you've probably heard it before but Mr. King's book On Writing is very good (and I don't even like writing how tos very much)

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Holiday Card Exchange

It's that time of year again (and speaking of which fandom_stocking is open and already people are trolling. It reminds me as to WHY I don't allow anonymous posting).

Anyhow if you want a holiday card from me, let me know. The comments here are screened. sending it to me via PM is also a good idea. You don't have to reciprocate with a card (but I do love getting them) or if you'd rather send an ecard, I'll tell you my email.

Most of my cards are usually seasonal versus really religious but if you have a preference let me know.

I'm getting a little nervous

I think a curse has fallen on the house of Evans. Mom fell. Brother's sick. Today my aunt fell down the steps and broke her nose and wrist. Mom said the ER is going to call the cops to see why all the women in the family are in the hospital from 'falls.'

I do random gravity checks on the best of days. I'm shocked this week didn't just kill me. Hell driving back from the writers group meeting I saw SIX herd of deer (one with 12 members) and one baby deer sized dog in the dark. Nothing ran out thankfully.

However I spent 4 hours in the embalming fluid stink. It was so bad that when I came home and tried to get the taste of it out of my mouth (You know what I mean, you smell it so long you can taste it) it overrode the taste of the freaking mouthwash and it was like spitting embalming fluid. Can't wait to learn how much of that nonsense I've absorbed.

Speaking of the writers group, this happened tonight. Nothing like dragging it out!




Also seriously, should I write naughty spicy or sweet spicy?

And thanks to aaronlisa now I want to reread Fray and write something in that verse.

And NOW my villain. It's technically from the second appearance of him and he's just seen Arria and Siaq in battle and he's followed them to a pub to observe them

In his head, he heard his mother's voice asking him, why wasn't he part of the cadre? That was a proper place for a man with magic. Why wasn't he better at it? Didn't he know how disappointing he was.

Dobre shuddered, glancing around, half convinced that his mother was standing behind him, whispering in his ear. She was always nattering on, never leaving him peace. Even here, hundreds of miles away, he heard her non-stop chatter.

She was disappointed? No more than he. His magic was magnificent, dangerous. He could have been a fantastic cadre mage if only things were slightly different. That's all he would have needed, just a tiny bit more. He had to touch the person in order for the magic to work and that alone would make him ill-suited for the cadre. And he only had the one spell and the cadre members almost always had more.

Didn't he feel embarrassed that little girls had his spot among the cadre? they weren't even the proper receptacle for such magic. His mother had to say that at least once a week. Of course, he did but all the prayer in the world - and he had prayed hard for years - didn't seem to granted him the ability to work his magic at a distance nor to pick up new spells.

She was ashamed to be seen around town because he was so embarrassing. "Really, mother?" he muttered. He tried hard. He owned several butcher shops through the town. He was so successful in marketing them, he didn't have to stand all day in blood and guts any more. He could take a vacation like the one he was on. He had enough money to keep his mother in every luxury - and he did - but it was still never enough.

Dobre didn't understand what women wanted. That much had been clear since he was a child. His mother made sure he understood that much. He would never understand women. He would never chose the right one. He'd never even measure up to one magically if his mother was to be believed. He sighed. He didn't know why he would never measure up.

50229 / 50000 words. 100% done!