Snark

I've started reworking Who Needs Mistletoe? and have noticed a trend within the first page already. Snarkiness. I'm perfectly fine with that, I adore it myself, but I usually try to tone it done in a character. Not sure why, just do. It isn't working in this case. Nope, the snark is flying, the scarcasm is thick, and the cops are on their way.

Poor Regina, she's snarky to the hilt. Of course when she wakes up on Christmas morning to find a naked man underneath her Christmas tree, what's a girl to do?

This & That

Still no word on Birthrite - Raven. I'm not a patient person by nature, and I know it'll take 2-12 months (yes months, your computer screen is clear, your eyes aren't blurry, and your brain isn't playing tricks on you. I thought the same thing when I first read that little disclaimer). But I dutifully check my email every day just in case today's the day they decide to let me know something. Of course with fingers crossed, I'm hoping it'll be that they want the entire thing!

As for other writing news, I've polished that title-less short story about a mythical planet with medieval-like rules and settings. It's hard to explain, but it's got a lot of sex! Not that that helps. If I had to pick a genre, I'd say...paranormal? It's got magick. Futuristic? Sci-fi? Not really, but it's a different planet, so who can say? They don't have lightsabers or phasers, though. Fantasy, probably. I'll be submitting this one within the week. AS SOON AS I THINK OF A TITLE! *sigh*

Who Needs Mistletoe? was on hold this past week, but I fully intend to pick it up tomorrow for all those lovely rewrites I know I need. Just reading what I had made me cringe. It so needs work. And a synopsis.

Finished!

Still no title, but the short story is finished. Ahhh. As, I say with a smug grin, is the synopsis.

Now onto Who Needs Mistletoe? I could take a couple days' break before tackling that one. Just because...or maybe a nap.

Another new one

I was going through old files, cleaning out my computer, when I stumbled across an uncompleted Christmas story. It's only about 10 pages, but as I read it over (and cringed, oh boy do I have some rewrites ahead of me!) ideas flowed and the muse was pleased.

*sigh*

At least this one has a title (Who Needs Mistletoe?). I'm still title-less on that other one. Nothing seems to work, and it's very frustrating.