I'm here -- off an on -- working on my Spirit story...
I used to hang with geeks, though was always more of a dork myself
I'm working on the next installment of my serial, Icicle, which lives on my blog. I think I know where it's going, but even if it changes direction, it will be dark. And I'm thinking about this new tale the muse dropped in my lap.
I had a scene flash in my head, just as vivid as the opening scene from Ink. I really want to rewrite Secret October, but...
When I had the scene flash about Ink, I had no idea where the story was going. That is what has happened with this one. I just have a few characters and a crappy situation.
Whatever happens, happens, I guess. I'm not going to complain. My muse is good to me, even if she doesn't like to give me time to rest.