Snow Kiss: Excuse me? I was under the impression you were going to be revising me, but you seem to be NOT DOING THAT. What gives?
Me: So, I missed a lot of goals last week due to a combination of things, including a deep concern about my mother’s hometown being destroyed by flooding and the fact it was several days before all my relatives were accounted for.
I’d Rather Not Be Dead: Wait. Do you mean Spruce Pine? The town that inspired my setting was flooded???
Me: And the entire region it’s in. Know that bridge Pine Bridge was named for? The real one’s gone now. And the fictitious one probably would be, too.
Snow Kiss: Who the rot are you?
Me: She’s one of the YA novels I wrote as Andrea Marie Brokaw. And don’t curse at your siblings, especially when they just got news like that. How would you feel if the inspiration for Niaretya fell victim to a natural disaster?
Snow Kiss: It hasn’t though. Which means you’re sitting in a nice, safe house right now. From which you SHOULD BE WORKING ON ME.
Me: I’ve only put you off for a week. I’m waiting on a beta who needed an extension anyway.
Shadow Kiss Act 3: I’m okay with the part of the delay that was you being worried about people. But, you also created a new Scrivener project I noticed you working on.
Me: Uh, yeah. So that’s a short story I’m describing as Polyamorous Lesbian Dragons in Space. I was going to rush through it to get into a critique group, but that got moved forward a week and there’s no way I’ll be ready. Which at least takes pressure off.
Polyamorous Lesbian Dragons in Space: I’m a short story? Are you certain?
Me: No, actually. You’re supposed to be, because I wanted to submit you to a short story anthology, but you seem bigger.
Polyamorous Lesbian Dragons in Space: Really think I’m at least a novella…
Me: We’ll see. I want to complete you as though you’re a short story and see if you feel rushed and incomplete before declaring you longer fiction. I’ve always been bad at short though. The first novel I ever wrote was supposed to be a short story, too.
Act 3: So you can work on me this week if you’re not aiming for that critique group you mentioned, yesno?
Me: It does allow me to shift the priority this week to you, yes. And if y’all will excuse me, I’d like to get on with that. It’s 1340 and all I’ve done is clean the house, talk to my bank, and have this little talk with you. I need to get that last scene in Chapter 25 replaced with something that still works. Toodles!
