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alexseanchai posted, so I might as well join on the bandwagon since memeing seems to be helping my writing right now. When you see this, post three lines from three WIPs you have.

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White Lightning: She resisted for less than a minute, and just as he was about to let her go her pushing turned to tugging so he hugged her some more. Arguing wouldn't help, the point wasn't that he was never there, the point was that right now she felt that way. Which meant he needed to be there.

Now kiss you bastards.)
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Working title: County Witches: "...Which means, though, the important part you guys are both missing? This means the ghosts are still out there. Wandering around, maybe they found a job somewhere else."

And then there was that part. "Why would a ghost need a job?"
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Sandborn: "We were supposed to go to carnival today," she muttered.

He ruffled her hair. "I know, darlin. An' I'm sorry about that, but I can't control the wind. And I can't control the desert. It does what it wants in its own time, we just gotta live with that."
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With luck, Sandborn and White Lightning will be out later this year, and you can read the full works. White Lightning is an anthology that includes the short story County Witches or whatever its final title ends up being.

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I'd say I have no idea why I woke up at 4.30 in the morning last night/this morning and couldn't get back to sleep, but I'd probably be lying. I don't know the specific reason, that's accurate enough. I didn't have any worries running frantic through my head, I was just awake as all hell and after fifteen minutes, gave up and went downstairs to knit a bit and fuck around online till I could go back to sleep. Then I did go back to sleep for another two hours, ending up with only an hour and a half to get ready for work and go.

This may seem like a lot of time, and when you don't stretch out your mornings like I do to cram a lot in, it is. But in a typical morning I get up, shower, exercise (less so the past few days because sick and then because worried/sad), eat breakfast, feed indoor cats sometimes (if the boy is coming home later because work or whatever), feed ferals, sit with and pet ferals these days, study Japanese, arrange day, etc. And in order to do that I wake up three and a half hours before I have to leave for work. Now imagine cramming all of that into an hour and a half. I didn't exercise or do Japanese. And I'm still tired.

And I'm at work without a pad. On the tail end of my already cycle to be fair, but I was running so late I ran out without one, and then I called and asked the boy if he could bring me one on his way through doing errands and then he ended up leaving the house without one, I have no idea how. I really can't justify being too mad at him, I doubt he meant to drop it wherever he dropped it, but I'm still cranky. And uncomfortable. All you period-having folken, you know what I mean.

And once again I have so much crap to do. And I am so goddamn exhausted. And I know a good night of sleep will help but I am physically uncomfortable, exhausted, and all I want to do is curl up in a corner and knit and bite anyone who comes my way. Argh. Five more hours at the day job. I can survive five hours, right? And then go home and have a hot shower and clean clothes and maybe a nap before I do anything.