Oh my, I am the perfect definition of a struggling writer. The word factory seems to have sunk to my boots and it's in danger of seeping out through the soles. I'm a little fearful I'll never write and write and write again, but I'm sure normality will return soon. Here's a little about my current WIP...
Story Title: Daylight Filtered Through Bone
Word Count: A painful 1002 and counting
Days worked on so far: 6 - please do not calculate how many words a day that equals.
Time spent in the brewing stage: about 15 minutes (and herein may lie my problem)
Story Inspiration: The want to write something brilliant (erm...) for Clarkesworld, a picture of two homeless men and a picture of a stranded ship.
First Line: "Is it going to rain today?" Frank shivered within the threadbare weave of a tartan blanket.
Favourite Line: When the government reclaimed the land, they gave no thought to the dead things floating there.
In much brighter news, Gary McMahon has sold two novels to Angry Robot Books. Go bask in his glow.