Progress Bar from Writertopia
Actually I got 1456 words in the Educators' Guide, but because it's a paying gig, I can't share it online. Tomorrow I'll write something I can put up.
Cracking the whip on my writing in order to produce more of it. This blog has nothing but snippets of what I accomplish daily.
“I’m so glad you didn’t come here to execute him then. The whole spaceport would be dead.”
Zy shook her head. “There’s two witnesses that saw me not kill him.”
“The racketeer’s girlfriend and a bodyguard in your pay.” Investigator Von sneered.
She let the misinformation that she was paying Mealte slide. “And would Lue Ality have any reason to lie for me if I killed Hiqurguet? You can get my records from IGA, as well as all my reports on this case. Now can you please cordon off Per 3 before the murderer jumps planet?”
“You’re actually trying to save racketeers? Doesn’t IGA teach you the only good racketeer is a dead one?”
“See, that’s the attitude they have such a problem with. The one that gets me a gun in my face when I try to find out who’s killing them and how.” The investigator scowled and Zy shrugged.
A blue man with a butcher knife locked eyes with her. Cyndia lunged for the rusty shotgun her foster mother kept in the umbrella stand next to the door. She rammed it against her shoulder.
The blue man had disappeared from the front door window.
Her chewing gum cemented in her mouth. The back door was locked; she always locked up when in the house alone. She moved to the back of the living room where she could see the front door, down the hall to the bedrooms, and the archway to the kitchen, and could jump out the window if necessary. She snatched the cordless phone off the coffee table.
And sometimes, when I see my students reaching back through the misty years (to the stuff they wrote in college, usually), I want to grab their hands and beg them to stop. Retrieving an old subject, one that still haunts you, will work only if you begin afresh without looking back. Otherwise, you will waste energy troubleshooting some other writer's work--because you are no longer that writer.So on April 18th, I looked at my list of stories in first draft stage.