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2017

ConStellation 8
Lincoln, NE
April 28-30

MileHiCon 49
Denver, CO
October 27-29

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Progress Report, in which I make more work for myself

Another 2K on that new scene for From Earth I Have Arisen brings Magic Meter here:

So that’s the most major part of this rewrite completed.  Hooray!

Now I have to address a host of smaller problems, including one that was not suggested by my editors.  Yes, I’m making more work for myself, but it was something that’s been bugging me, so I’m going to fix it.

One of these days, I’m gonna get this story right.

And hey, I neglected to include a snippet last week.  My apologies.  Here:

He was some fifteen miles out of Nowata when his grief overtook him.  He didn’t bother pulling over; the road was deserted but for him.  He just stopped the truck and gripped the steering wheel as violent shudders wracked him.  A flood of tears obliterated his vision.  Sounds came out of him that he could not recognize as human.  The pain in his chest squeezed so hard that his breath came only in gasps.  He tasted bitterness and salt.

An unknown time later, the storm receded.  His hands ached, hooked into stiff claws on the steering wheel.  Relaxing his grip took real effort.

He looked out his dusty windshield.  The sun hung low in the western sky, nearing the horizon.  For all he knew, his Kathleen was already gone, the last thing he cared about in the world, and he was alone.

He put the truck back into gear and headed home, to await whatever would come next.

Write Club update:  A personalized rejection from Waylines.  Response time, 11 days.

Right.  Time to finish this thing up.

Current Music: "Learning to Live"--Dream Theater

2 Responses to “Progress Report, in which I make more work for myself”

  • Sylvia says:

    “He looked out his dusty windshield. The sun hung low in the western sky, nearing the horizon. For all he knew, his Kathleen was already gone, the last thing he cared about in the world, and he was alone.”

    I love this. It’s heartbreaking.

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