Write Every Day: Day 7

Snort. Mark Twain was such a sarcastic sucker. I think I would either have loved him and been his friend or gone to jail for punching him one. Many of my favorite quotes are from him.

I have a snow day. I would love to say I'm here writing and I guess I am. I'm writing exams. Not my most exciting stuff but I get to write while nursing students suffer taking these things so there's that. Grins.

Also I'll be posting a rec your fic post a little later if you're so inclined as to share

ETA - Oh look I forgot that other post. Tomorrow! I did get a lot of writing done. 495 on the last chapter of Come Undone and that's posted + 300 words worth of multi fandom drabbles + 423 words on a "little" story about Gil's freaking car that won't end.

Here's the tally. If I've forgotten you (I am Dorrie the fish and working the equivalent of three jobs right now so anything could happen) or you signed up a bit late, let me know. I'll be sure to add you!

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Day Seven: china_shop

Snow Day!

To be honest we barely got an inch and there was ice under it but I didn't protest. I needed to catch up on test making and homework and all that jazz. It's not an exciting day but it was a needed one.

I had wanted to make French Onion soup but I lost track of time. I kept doing that so I decided to do it in parts. Tonight I rendered a dozen small-medium onions into shreds with the mandolin and they're packed up waiting to be caramelized tomorrow and then into the soup. And one day my vision will return. God how did we decide onions were tasty-food.

I posted the last chapter of Come Undone. How ironic is it that the last novel I've written is Prodigal Son fanfic. Original fiction should write this damn easily.

Now I have no reason not to be working on that idiotic novella.