A propos of nothing, this little section makes me laugh. I’m not going to tell you where it happens, though, ’cause I’m mean like that.
This is your fault, isn’t it? He poked mentally at his wolf, who was as drunk as Levi, stretched out on its figurative back with its legs pointing shamelessly in all four directions and its tongue hanging limply out the side of its mouth. The wolf groaned and growled at him before going back to whatever drunken things metaphysical wolves dreamed of when completely tanked.
First set of edits on Bite Me Tender done, and all my weird grammar corrected. I hope. I’m still working away on my rockstar fantasy and picking away at whatever else kicks my fancy into gear. Oh, and Kimber Vale just sold her rockstar fantasy to Liquid Silver, so lots of rockin’ and rollin’ going on in the crit group.
Speaking of, we’re starting to do ‘writing sprints’, which should be interesting. Seeing as how I write with all the speed of a glacier in full forward motion. I get the feeling I’ll be eating a lot of digital dust over the coming months.
Meh. C’est la vie.