I’ve started my first short story in 8 years. I actually have to say that I’ve kind of enjoyed it. Challenging yes. As you can see from the headline, I’m calling it The Sorcerer’s Wife.
First line: I hated funerals and I hated sorcerers. Damn, this was going to be a bad day.
It’s an urban fantasy. Goblins, Scepters of Corpse Explosion, Femme Fatals, Sorcerers — you know, the usual.
I had wanted to be finished the first draft by the end of this weekend. I’m at 2500 words now…with a target of 5000. I’ll probably finish at around 7000, then cut about 2000. So I’m on target for my word count.
My goal is to be finished the last draft by October 20th. So three weeks to finish this thing and whip it into shape. No problem, you say?
Yeah, except I’m trying to finish 3 bathrooms, a kitchen, a fence, and a whole crapload of other things in the new house…
Sigh.
And we are going to see this when??? October 20th? come on, you’re killing me! I love your stuff, so send it out already. I sent you a bunch of words (artfully arranged if a bit old) and now it’s your turn. And I don’t care about the house. I gotta house. It will never be done. Trust me on this one. (You didn’t want to hear that, did you?)
Give me the story!!!
And don’t even get me started on hockey. That stuff NEVER ends — even on TV. (And it’s not exercise. It’s a cult. I have proof.)
And also organize Tuesday hockey…