May. 4th, 2017

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Half health, half way behind at work because of health and playing catch up, half dealing with some big real life things happening, and I didn’t mean to leave everyone for so long while I try to keep from anything going on fire.


I haven’t been writing much lately, except poetry and not as much of that as I want. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just too scared or I’ve forgotten how to do it or if it really just is that there’s other stuff I need to do (but that’s not really getting done either), and it’s kind of a bit of a guilt cycle.


That said, I’m trying to find some peace in my life and do things differently, like not blaming myself that I never know when a day’s going to be productive or a bomb. Regardless of which it has to be if I don’t want something to go on fire.


Pray for my family, if you’re the praying kind, please. Those real life issues include health stuff, financial stuff, and potentially moving again in the middle of financial stuff making it really, really hard to find a house that’ll work within our budget.


And I’m back to work.


Well...

May. 4th, 2017 05:45 pm
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Just wrote 341 words of a mini-scene from when Skylight got the name on her first real mission. Not bad.


I worry no one’s going to care about this story but me when it’s finally done. Because apparently, that’s now a thing I worry about. :headdesk:


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Ice Queen made it out injured, but it wasn’t injury keeping her awake.


On the other other side of the bedroom, Wolf breathed steadily, as though she slept, as though today weighed nothing.


Ice Queen rolled over and stared at the wall, into flames crackling beneath the cries of her mare, village burning because her raiders invaded and she couldn’t break cover.


She shuddered, scrambled abruptly out of bed, and crawled in beside Wolf, who blinked groggily but didn’t stop her.


It felt better to be held snugly, as though she were still innocent, unaware of what she could do.


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I’ll learn to not feed trolls. It’s just they pass themselves off as not trolls before I’m waist-deep into a conversation I should have noticed sooner was going south. 🙁


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