Stepped off the cliff, fell for a few days, started flapping my wings, began to soar, and now I'm nose down in the dirt. Welcome to WIP Wednesday.
Feeling like TypewriterWoman (a grey skinned superhero with a keyboard attached to her lap and fingers in constant motion), I set myself daily goals and decided that the first draft of Horrifiques would be done by August 31st. Then the holiday packed its bag and I found myself back at work and have done about 400 word since. I hope my sigh didn't blow the dust off your shoulders.
Horrifiques currently lurks at 9,125 words and at this line, "There was no sign that they had run that way, no swing to the double doors or trail of fake coupons." Yes, I did vomit that up.
And don't forget, if you want a signed 'The Sour Aftertaste of Olive Lemon' bookmark email me at - firemaiden @blueyonder.co.uk - removing the space. And thank you to everyone who bought a copy - someday someone will immortalise your name in stone.