Cue the calliope music; I signed up for the Beautiful Freaks Fest. Watch to see if I drop the ball, plates, chainsaws, my brain, or what ever it is that makes me think I am a writer. I’ll be posting free content for three days this weekend. The plan is a combo of story telling, pics of fiber arts, and bad poetry. I’m not ready (this weekend wasn’t productive in that way) but I’m trying to play catch up this week.
I’m also stalled out on the horror short story. I haven’t been able to sit down for it for four days, despite getting a first reader to read the first half and tell me I was pointed in the right direction. I KNOW the direction, and this is the second draft, so it should be just a matter of sitting in the chair and typing, but there seems to be a block. There is also the issue of almost five thousand words and being only half way through. I’m pushing the envelope of short story word length. We’ll see how that plays out.
Happy writing, and I’ll see you this weekend!