I think I promised some photos from the Point Writer Group Workshop. I had a great time there. Thanks for bullying me into it, Mer. Hopefully we can do this again next year (and I have either the full Bladesman done by then, or even better, the Apocalypse novel).
I think it was Friday night that had the spectacular sunset. It looked like we would have a sundog that night, but it never appeared. But the sun setting through the trees on the far shore, with a cloud bank mounting over, that was good enough.
Here's the rocks outside the window that we all avoiding dashing our dreams against. Or as Mer put it, nobody jumped in the lake after our critiques.
I've cleaned up a lot of the extra files I had going for Bladesman, so I can continue on. The last chapter still sucks, but not as bad. I would rewrite it, but I want to keep going.
In between I also have parts of Shadow Over Raas Xaafuun coming out, and another story that I wrote out the idea for four years ago (tentatively entitled, Sins of the Father). The first 300 words sloughed off my brain Friday night, keeping me from sleep. So I wrote it out long hand and have yet to key it in. We'll see if it continues to haunt me. It would also probably be the first short story I've ever written where I know the whole plot before I begin.
And just because the universe likes to taunt me, tonight's Chinese Fortune Cookie fortune? "Doing little things well is a step towards doing big things better." From that little slip of paper to my internalization of purpose.