Well... Let's start with stories, shall we?
I don't know if I've mentioned this, but I actually have three different websites (yes, I am insane). Lulu has
a new Sampling , and my professional site for me (that would be
kewright.weebly.com/) for my poetry and other sporadic fiction has the first two chapters of a story called "Bended Knees"!
Chapter One and
Chapter Two~
No new chapters for fan-fictions (or new fan-fictions) to speak of in recent months, but I'll let you know when I get some done!
...Now, life. Well, it has be slowly killing me, because that is what life does.
My major issue right now is a lump on my right foot. The nurse-practitioner thinks it's a cyst filled with fluid, but after an untrasound and an MRI, all I know is that it is over my bone and it shows no abnormalities in the MRI (though they didn't do a contrast MRI. If I need another one, I'm killing something. I hate them.). I get to deal with figuring out what in the hell
that is on top of the pain, which is actually getting increasingly worse. It stepped up from "eh, it hurts" to "AGONY" yesterday, and it is sort of fluctuating between the two now.
Plus, work is regular BS. I had approximately 21 hours for a week --now I'm down to 8 hours a week. I'm job hunting again, particularly something with desk work because I am in more pain on my feet. Oh, and our general manager's last day was today, so we get to meet and work with a new one.
I keep getting bitten by more plot bunnies as I'm trying to force myself to work with Reid and Saxon. Inspiration of all sorts welcome, by the way. If someone wants to send me some yummy looking men, I will try to churn that story out. "Bibliophile" needs to be submitted by July 1st, so I have time, but I'm not doing that last minute BS like last time! I want to write 10,000 words for this. I want to tell a love story without making it a smut-o-thon, and I want it to flow and make sense and make people feel. It's important to me, because two of my characters are based on dear friends. But I AM STUCK RIGHT NOW and IT IS KILLING ME.
I'm texting my dear Knight again, and he is making life better by being there and giving awesome advice.
Oh, my poetry collection is sorta... stop and start. I need 60 poems. I have them planned and everything, but I've only written like 10 and it is rather sad. I'm gonna have to force it, unfortunately....
Pinterst and Twitter are eating my life. Facebook is contributing, as well.
I'm sure there's something else, but it's been forgotten at the moment... I'll spit it out if it ever returns to the scatter-brain...