WIP Wednesday - The Miracle Post.

A WIP Wednesday were I actually have some work in progess - it's a miracle.

I've spent the past fortnight finding every possible way to procrastinate and proving award-worthy - there should be a Stoker or a Nebula or an Olympic Medal dedicated to procrastination. Then yesterday, I superglued my butt to the chair (or maybe the consumption of candy floss and Edinburgh Rock secured it there for me) and forced myself to start work on 'Horrifiques' my next YA book and boy was it difficult. I'm at the 'I can't do this' stage which hopefully by next Wednesday will have switched to the 'this is fantastic, agents are going to pop out of my computer and force me to sign with them' stage, then of course it will go back downhill but at least I'll have a decent word count by then to keep me bouyant.

I hope.

Gulp!

So the current pathetic, a short story would be longer, word count is 2,485. I'm not going to bother working out the percentage because it's pants with added loons. Not much more to say, so I'll leave you with a teaser (which is actually the thought that sent the million other thoughts spinning).

"She should have died, that's how they noticed her, because they should have died too."