*hides from the Brothers and their mistress, becasue I'm still in edit mode and will be for, alas, another week. Darn family and mortgage, requiring me to earn a paycheck to feed and clothe them, and pay the bills*
I understand. Really I do.
But, unless you did all of that barefoot, carrying your mule up-hill in a blizzard while giving birth and being pursued by ravenous giant wolves in the dark, then you don't have any excuse for not giving the Brothers MORE WORDS.
Good news...you may have parchment to write on.
Bad news....you have to make it yourself.
Worse news...you have to use your own skin.
The Brothers will help you get started
500 big ones. Read 'em and weep.
Well, some of them were small ones too.
But at least I finished the story.
First draft.
Well, Haggis...
you know that makes me happy. I mean I think it is great progress. 500 words. That's a lot for a busy guy like you. Many guys can't do 500 in a week.
But... like the Brothers, they think it isn't enough. They think you might not want to suffer for your craft.
So they are going to let you have some onions before they escort you back to your cell for...encouragement.
Poetry contest? Hmmm... I'm game....
And yes, mistress, I didn't write. Well, nothing but paying articles and not as many as I would have liked. But I was packing to come home for the holidays. And then driving. And then shoveling out the car. And various other things....
But I can write a quick poem now:
Roses are red,
The violets are dead,
When the brothers get hold of me
So am I.
... What? I said I was a *bad* poet.
Oh, well, if you wrote paying articles, I suppose I have to give you some more of those turnips you like....
....
..
Dag, the Brothers are over excited.
BAck..Back with you!!!!
Any way, Turnips? did I say turnips? Yes you may have those and a nice onion.
Back to work!!!
Good luck, callalily!
If wasn't irredeemably bad at poetry, I'd be game for the contest, too, Haggis. As it is, I'd just be happy to see what folks come up with.
I've gotten a whole 600 words on a new short story this week, and that's it.
ETA: If I toss in the Choklit Covered Leto Twins Pr0n I've been writing as a carrot for ScarletPeaches, my word count doubles to 1190. Woot! I
do get to count that, right?
600 words!
I gasp at your proficiency! I think I gave away the last onion, but surely some wilted cabbage for your megar broth will suffice!
Now, off you your drafty garret to pen murder by candlelight until you can pen no more.
The Brothers will watch.