Wednesday, December 22, 2010


New words written: ~700 today. (Been catching up on the other words I wrote for it that I failed to stuff into the processor.)
Stage: Shitty first draft.

8763 / 70000 words. 13% done!

Things done: Filled in a few gaps between the scenes I'd written, typed out scenes I had written on paper, filledin more gaps.

I figured you all wanted an update. Right?

Also, you might notice I lowered the max wordcount to 70 000. That's because I realized that, in a first draft, I am going to have way less words than when its finished. Also, it makes the percentage go up faster, making me look like I wrote more than I did. I am such a sucker for instant gratification.

Another 1237 words and Meese hits 10k words! Yay!

Also, I'm planning something, but I'm not going to tell you about it until I know fo sho that it will go ahead. Just to avoid disappointment, you know. For us both.


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Lighthouse Duet

Just read a good fantasy novel. Two of them, in fact. The first one kept me up till 5am, reading. Then I dreamed of it, woke up, and read some more. I was thoroughly impressed by the story. I could not predict it, which is something I have a lot of trouble with in other, lesser books.

The second one kept me up until 4am, but that's because I forced myself to sleep since I had a test in the morning. I finished it last night, even though I should have studied for my Asia-Pacific Final tomorrow. It was that good.

So, if you're looking for a couple of good books and happen upon this blog (the latter of which is highly unlikely), give these two a consideration. Here's the link to the author's website for them: Carol Berg's Website.

Also, sorry for the lack of blogging. For all you people that don't visit. Let's blame school. It's the popular excuse.


Monday, November 8, 2010

Holy Hell.

Enormously busy at school. Cousin's getting married. Midterms eating me alive. I expect the next week will be lacking in sleep.

I'm also, pitiably, around 1000 words into my Nano. I'm the shame of my region!

Sorry I haven't been around. I KNOW ALL YOU FAITHFUL READERS MISS ME SO.


Thursday, October 7, 2010


New words written: ~700*
Total words: ~5012

5012 / 100000 words. 5% done!
*It's all on paper and I'm too lazy to count them. I'm also going to keep it on paper for now because I think it might make me run when I go back to it tonight.


Btw- NaNoWriMo's coming up! GONNA DO IT. You should, too.


Wednesday, September 29, 2010

So I Had A Little Chat With Kitty...

...and it went a little something like this:

Me: So. Kitty. I think you're a little overpowered.
Me: Well. Yeah. But srsly? There isn't a whole lot of exciting stories to tell when you're trouncing everyone at, well, the literal speed of light.
Kitty: All of my conquests are exciting!
Me: So I was thinking about toning down your thunder.
Kitty: >:(((((((((((

New words written: 408 (shitty)
Total wordcount: 4312

4312 / 100000 words. 4% done!
Things done: Burned a dude.

Real life things: Midterm Exam on Monday for Human Anatomy. Book Report due October 12th.

I don't think I'm gonna get that short story sampler out for November. :(


Friday, September 24, 2010

Life in Fall

School's picking up. As much as I'd like to, those frequent updates are probably not going to happen. I'll update as much as possible- and I'll shoot for at least once a week.


New words written: ~500 (shitty)
Total wordcount: 3764

3764 / 100000 words. 4% done!
Things done: Got Meese lost in tunnels. In the dark. With someone chasing her. With a gun.


Saturday, September 18, 2010


This is part of a short story I'm writing. A stand-alone scene. Not a final draft, but good enough to stick on the internet. It will be in There Must be Something in the Water.

- - -

On a farm backed by a wood, under the second full moon that month, with the wind holding a chill of winter, a man was tucking his farm in for the night. His dog, older and silvered around the ears much like the man, went rigid. Its nose pointed toward the wood. Normally a quiet dog, it rumbled a warning growl and stood.

“What is it, pup?”

The farmer turned, but could see nothing in those trees. He bent down to scratch the dog’s scruff.

“We’ll go in soon, pup. Then maybe I’ll have some of that Ford woman’s brew, eh? What is it?”

The dog had started another growl, but it had turned to a whine almost as soon as it began. The hairs along its back were all raised up. Its stare had never moved. It shook a little, and its white-tipped tail curled under its body.

The man read this, and his face turned grim. He walked back to the barn and, after a few moments, returned with a shovel. He watched the trees and the two stood there for a few minutes, waiting.

Then he heard, from a wood he knew had only game trails, the soft jingle of tiny bells and horses. His grip whitened on the shovel as he listened to the sounds of hooves and bells grow.

His dog, utterly quiet now, leaned against his leg.

Under the moon, the grass was suitably phantom like. Very clearly, he saw a number of riders break cover and spill, like different coloured beads, across his field. They rode ponies, and they moved in sync like a flight of sparrows. Most made for the gate, though some jumped the low stone wall that bordered the road. One broke from the group toward him and stopped, watching.

Quietly, slowly, the man laid down his shovel.

When all the group had passed into the next field, the remaining rider sheathed his sword and moved on. His dark pony crossed the road, trotted out of sight, and the night went back to being real again.

His dog made a noise, almost like a sigh. The man bent down to scratch its ears.

“I think it best we stay inside, old pup.”

He picked up the shovel and leaned it against his truck. The dog kept watch while the man finished his chores, but nothing else disturbed the field. When he was done, the dog was watching the place where the riders were last seen. He scratched the dog’s ears again. Then he looked, too, squatting next to the dog.

“You know pup, I think I’ll keep my head tonight,” said the man after a few minutes. He glanced at the moon, hovering beyond the world, out of reach.

“I think it better to leave that brew outside, anyway. Tonight.”



So much for that writing entry. Wanna know what happened? It went like this:

K. Gorman returns home from school, carting a printer hauled on the bus from Future Shop. Deposits printer at mother's house.
K. Gorman decides textbooks are too damn heavy. K. Gorman elects to leave laptop at mother's house while K. Gorman stays at fathers house for the night. K. Gorman boards bus (~7pm).
7:30pm, K. Gorman arrives at fathers house. Learns that studying does not happen when Father is watching Guadalcanal Diary.
11:40pm, K. Gorman goes to bed because K. Gorman works early in the morning.
12:40am, K. Gorman remembers about forgotten blog entry, swears. Swears to get to it that night.

K. Gorman returns to mother's house after work.
K. Gorman leaves notebook at mother's house while K. Gorman goes to father's house.
K. Gorman swears more.

So that's what happened.

BUT! A peace offering... a different bit of writing. Coming up next.

EDITED TO ADD: I'm changing the title of sampler book "There's Something in the Water" to "There Must Be Something in the Water" to play on that phrase.


Friday, September 17, 2010


A few things before I crash into homework:

1) There's something exciting going on with one of my stories, but I'm not sure I can publicly say it just yet. Small forums and friends and facebook don't count. Besides, you two that actually read this blog probably already know.

2) I actually DID work on some stuff, in addition to school.

3) Project update:

Lost One
Word count: ~1000
Things accomplished: Rescued the hot naked man, but they had to skinny through the forest first. Poor devil.

1000 / 100000 words. 1% done!

Wow, that's itty bitty. But hey, if I get this 100 more times, it'll be finished!

Coming tomorrow, a small piece of writing. Not Kitty, but in the same world as she is. A whole new character!

PS: Did anyone else notice how my title kind of sounds like a Metamucil commercial?


Monday, September 6, 2010

2. Kitty No Longer In The Airport

She followed a star on the edge of the sky. It was a pretty star, burning a twinkle in the pink sky, but it was a dumb thing to be looking at. Or following, for that matter. Stars didn’t have to worry about trivial things like tripping or traffic. They were much like following wishes. Or fishes. But at least one could swim with the fishes. Even catch them. Kitty had yet to find a way to, reliably, swim in the sky. She wondered if one could employ the same methods for catching fish as for catching wishes. Or stars. A whole new meaning to ‘fly’ fishing might surface.

Anyway. Following stars is all very romantic and all, but not when you trip and go sailing into someone’s ass. Fortunately for Kitty, she was much too tall to fall into her companion’s ass, so she happily settled for his shoulder. As far as asses went, he had a fair decent ass, and Kitty wouldn’t even be the first to say so. Except that the the fair decent ass’s person could be an ass.

The man, tall and blond, was used to sudden Kitty. Besides, she didn’t weigh that much. It took more than that to move him. He didn’t even look back as she righted herself again. He was beginning to have a new motto: It was Kitty.

He didn’t even ask anymore. At least she’d managed to keep quiet while he booked their room. And she carried her own bag. Actually, she was rather protective of the bag. She didn’t let him touch it. She almost bit him when he tried to carry it for her. He didn’t ask anymore.

The first thing she did, upon entering the room, was walk over to the kitchenette and stick her nose in the fridge. After a moment, it came out and the rest of her face pouted at him.

Someone ate all our food.”

He sighed, set his bags down on the floor, then turned to her. His face was very grave.

All of it?”

She nodded, her hand still holding the refrigerator floor. She’d turned around and, from this angle, it looked like she was about to sit in it. He tried not to smile.

You know, Kitty,” he said, annunciating very clear and slow, as if he were thinking it out, “I think I can find them. How about you stay here and guard our stuff while I go hunt them. Just in case they come back.”

She nodded very solemnly.

It’s about time you did something, anyway.”

He gave her a quick smile.

Was there anything special they ate that you were fond of?”

She nodded again.

They ate my spaghetti.”

Uh huh.

Right. I will go get them.”

With his wallet. At the nearest grocery store.

He still wasn’t sure why Kitty had these roundabout ways of telling him when it was his turn to do something, even if it was something as mundane as buying groceries. But he was beyond questioning it now: It was Kitty. He didn’t ask anymore.


1b. Kitty Finishes With The Airport

The guards slowed and fanned out around her in a half-circle.

“Hi,” she said, a grin betraying her innocent face.

"You're under arrest." Said one.

"Am I really? What for?"

"Harbouring criminal intent."

Well, she certainly harboured plenty of that.

"I don't think you have the power to arrest me," she said, the trickster smile getting the better of her.

"We have the power to arrest anyone we want in this airport. Stay there, and take your hands away from your pockets, lady.”

“Lady?” She said, and slumped her hands into balls in her pockets. She pouted.

The pout didn’t last long. Suddenly there was something sticking in her skin, and it tickled. It had wires jerking back from her chest. She looked down at them.

“What the fuck?” Said one of the guards. Belatedly, she realized that it was probably a Taser.

They all waited a few seconds. Then Kitty pulled a hand out of her pocket and reached for the darts. One of the guards flinched.

A second set of them hit her thigh.

“Are you guys dumb?” Said the man as he, luggage hefted over his back, joined them. He stood behind her, and slightly to the side.

“Apparently,” she said, “you about ready?”

“Uh huh,” he said, and she pulled the darts out. He glanced around. “Cameras. Don’t make it obvious.”

She pouted.

“Could just be a Taser malfunction? Nasty things, these...” She said.

She flung them at the guards but, in a great anticlimax those men could really appreciate, they fell short. The man behind her sighed. He was tired. She took the hint and tapped her foot.

In the next moment, the guards were unconscious on the floor. One of them twitched. A small arc of electricity crackled around her smile.

“You got a car, I hope.”

“I’m driving,” she said, and pulled the keys out of her other pocket. There was a pink frog keychain attached to them. She made it squeak.


Friday, September 3, 2010

It's Me Again

Yeah, okay, so I might possibly maybe totally suck at updating this. I actually have an excuse for lack of updates from the last post till the 24th- I had my math final on the 23rd, and was insanely busy with both jobs and studying.

But I have no excuse for the days following. Just sheer laziness and a distinct lack of anything writing-related. I read a book- Tigana, by Guy Gavriel Kay- which was very satisfying, but not conducive to actually getting things done. Good book, though. Very good.

Oh, I passed the test, in case anyone was wondering.

Anyway. I'm re-taking a leaf out of Cherie Priest's book (view her blog here!) and I'll be updating what I've actually done every few days. Which could be interesting since I'm doing a short story anthology, but I'm sure I can get it to work. If I tinker with the system.

SO! Without further ado, my project report:

There Must Be Something in the Water
Status: Being Written
A Cat And A Meese; 5254 words; final draft.
A Different Kind of Magic; 838 words; final edits.
Down Came the Moon; 1500~ words; first draft.
Untitled; 1500~ words; first draft.
She Stole My Heart; 1500~ words; first draft.
The Junkyard Unicorn; 1500~ words; first draft.
The Damn Bus; N/A; unwritten.
My Shadow Stole My Name; N/A; unwritten.
A Sword In the Stone; N/A; unwritten.

When I say a story is 'unwritten', I mean that most of it isn't written. The idea and the bones of the story is there, but it exists only in a page or three of my notebook. You see, I'm great at the 'make stuff up' part or storytelling, but really shoddy about actually writing it all down as it comes. Which is what I'm working on. Anyway. Just wanted you all to know I'm not just pulling titles out of my arse to pad the project.

You might notice a few titles missing or changed. The ones missing are ideas I've deemed too weak to continue on with. Like Lacewing. It didn't really have a story. Things that have changed are...
Wrong Bus-----> The Damn Bus
A Shadow Without A Name----> My Shadow Stole My Name

Some other tidbits to lure my readers back: A Sword in the Stone features Meese. Here's a quote:
"He found it in a quarry..."
Okay, okay. That wasn't much of a quote.

And, uh, that's time.

Stay tuned, uh.. uh... Monday... for your weekly shot of Kitty. No lies, I actually have it written this time! I just work Saturday and Sunday for about.. 10 hours on average... So probably won't get any updating over the weekend.


Wednesday, August 4, 2010


Now that I have your attention, here's just a quick note because I'm supposed to be studying for a math test that happens in, oh, 9ish hours.


First off- work is going well, and I've got a preliminary timetable for Fall semester... 6 courses, but one of them I've got a head start on since it's Japanese and I took a little Japanese course in High School. And History is only on one night, so it's really like 5.25 courses. Both workplaces slow down in September, which is excellent. More time, yay! Sort of. Of course, then there's 5.25 courses at school. Tuesday night and Thursday morning have a school schedule such that neither job can fit in a shift, so I guess I'll take that time as "me" time. Or....

Time to finish writing There Must Be Something in the Water!!!

Yes, now I get on to that FREE headline.

There Must Be Something in the Water is, for those who haven't devotedly followed my space on the internets (don't blame you if you don't!), a FREE anthology of short stories that will be published on Smashwords and also made available for download on this blog. Somehow.

I've set a deadline for myself.... November. Nice and italicized for obvious importance. I can't ignore it now that I've italicized it!

I aim to have it around 40, 000 words.

Stories it will have in it:
- A Cat and a Meese
- A Different Kind of Magic
- Junkyard Unicorn
- Down Came the Moon

Stories it may have in it:
- Lacewing
- Wrong Bus
- Up Came the Sun
- She Stole My Heart

There are more stories, but I have to get back to studying.

Till next time! I'll leave you with a bit of Kitty, rough and unedited.

- - - -

She was distracting him, and not in the way he usually found women distracting. That wasn't to say she wasn't hot- she was. It’s just that the little ball of electricity she was building between her hands in the passenger’s seat made him a tad nervous, and he hated to admit it. He kept telling himself that, as a guardian, she must have mastered the element. Except, said a niggling little annoying thought, the trickster temple, on principle and, from what he knew of Kitty, by apparent birth, never was stable. She certainly flaunted that trait to the extreme.

The hairs on the back of his arms waved to the static.

“Kitty,” he said, and he gripped the wheel tighter when the light flickered.


“Put it out,” he said, and he hoped she wouldn’t think it an order.

“‘Kay,” she said.

He relaxed a little as the atmosphere changed, but then realized it’d just gotten brighter. He could hear it hiss. The colour faded from his knuckles when he heard a small giggle.

To his credit, he didn’t swerve when she threw it out the windshield.


Tuesday, July 27, 2010

1a. Kitty in the Airport

Kitty stood in the airport lobby, staring idly into space. In front of her, a piece of luggage swung round and round on the tin carousel, passing by her every thirty seconds or so. The place was otherwise empty of people, except someone behind the counter at the lost articles place and the guards at the gates. Her eyes were beginning to glaze over. She was getting dangerously bored. From behind her came the sounds of more luggage sliding down to another carousel, and the screens around her flicked the new flight on the display.

A man also came from behind her, and politely cleared his throat.

“You’re late,” she said, without so much as a twitch.

“I’m sorry- ah- customs,” he said. His accent was thick with German.

Sauerkraut, she thought, and that was all it took to turn her mood.

“I, ah, appear to have been followed,” continued the man. She turned around and looked behind him. Five uniformed guards were approaching them.

She grinned.

“Go get your bag,” she said, and he stepped around her.


Second half coming soon. I know what happens, just gotta write it.


Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Colour at the Top of the World

Well, I sure know how to deliver on my promise of Kitty! /sarcasm

Shit happened. I'll try not to make more empty promises. Here's some consolation candy.

A Different Kind of Magic
Type: Short Story
Length: 842 words
Stage: 2nd draft
Comments: It has, in its first draft, got two ratings on Scribophile. Both 4/5.

Onto the rest of the post, where A Different Kind of Magic actually plays a role:

I will be self-publishing a collection of short stories in an anthology titled The Colour at the Top of the World. It will be available on Smashwords and Kindle.

The bad news? I think I might charge for it.

The good news? I'll be publishing a second anthology before that, titled There Must Be Something in the Water, which will be made available for FREE (FREE!) download on Smashwords. It will contain half of the stories published in The Colour at the Top of the World.

EDIT because I was dumb last night: I'll probably be putting up a website sometime soon, and might be putting all the stories up there. The important thing is to get my name out there, right?

And... Another cool thing to update, so this blog entry will be like a short story sandwich:

Down Came the Moon
Type: Short Story
Length: 1600 words
Stage: First Draft
Comments: Shenan likes it! *glee!*


Saturday, July 3, 2010

A Different Kind of Magic

A Cat And A Meese is awaiting rejection over at the Girls with Guns anthology (, haven't found time to write much for Meese, but I plan to put up A Different Kind of Magic on Scribophile tomorrow. Or... later today. However, tomorrow (or later today) is going to be quite busy- new job thing at 11:30, just to see if it'd work out and such, regular job in the evening... I'll be home at around 11-ish tomorrow night (or tonight).

Still can't figure out an ending. My instinct says she should be going with the wolf, but the way the story is, so far, set up, she's more likely, due to her character, to go back inside and continue her unmagical life.

So we shall see.

Canada Day was spent working, but I got to see the fireworks reflected on the Scotiabank building. Or was it the Canada Post building? I couldn't tell then.

So Canada Day is over, and the HST is here and my breaks, if I go out, cost me more. So I see a lot more free popcorn in my future.

For all the Kitty fans in the audience, which, let's face it, is what you're all really here for, there's a nice Kitty scene coming along involving a German, an airport, and a tazer.

Intrigued? You should be.

Till next time, folks!


Thursday, June 24, 2010

A Cat And A Meese- DONE.

That's right. A Cat And A Meese is done and has been submitted to the Girls With Guns Anthology ( Now I wait and see if it's accepted.

Again, regardless of whether it is accepted or not, I will be posting the PDF on the blog. I'll wait until the Anthology is published, though- unless it's rejected.

Also... coming up next!

The Junkyard Unicorn
Down Came The Moon
A Different Kind of Magic (also known as The Wolf And I, and no, it isn't a werewolf story.)
The Nightmare Witch

All short stories, all in, or past, their first drafts. All... coming to a blog near you. Or at least the progress reports are. If I find anywhere to submit them, then I will.

And.. the book I know you all are anxious to read...


And much, much more.

The cliffhanger, of course, is... will my story be accepted? Tune in next week, folks, to see if Lassie rescues Timmy from the well!

With much hope,

PS: Does anyone actually read this?


Tuesday, June 22, 2010

A Cat And A Meese

Been a while, eh? Well, I've been busy. But now you got me for an entire week and a bit! And I'll have a present for you soon.

A Cat And A Meese
Short Story, 5279 words
Status: Past the third draft and being buffed and polished.
Description: Meese goes hunting Kitty, and something else hunts them. Sci-fi/fantasy.

Thaaaaaaaat's right! This little gem, formerly known as Kat and Meese, is mostly done. In fact, the entire thing is done except for a few things to hum and haw over in the description. It's been through a few critiques on, and someone rated it 4/5. Sounds promising, right? Well, it's certainly got my hopes up. I read the story, and look at the, and think: "Hey... this might just work."

In other news, Meese has hit a standstill due to my focus on A Cat And A Meese and an ill-timed schooling in mathematics (seriously, when is a good time for a math course?), but that will, if I have anything to do with it, change. I've also glanced back at Junkyard Unicorn's first draft, and it doesn't look so bad now. Also have ideas for a story about a shadow with a name, short story probably, and random stuff working up.

Also, for those of you not wanting to download A Cat And A Meese if it should be accepted into the Girls With Guns anthology, I will be posting it here, on my blog, as soon as I figure out how to pdf it and find a webhost to... host.. it.

Till next time,
Kelly, Kitty, and Meese.


Thursday, June 3, 2010

Kitty 2

The train rumbled on in the tunnel, skreeing on the rails and clattering across junctions with a booming sound that did little to instill confidence. Kitty, pressed against the other standing passengers, was getting dangerously bored. Someone's suitcase was riding up her leg, and everyone was too close and there was nothing to see outside the windows except lights flashing by and the occasional Exit sign glowing briefly by. She shifted around a bit, and repositioned her leg against the luggage.

"Lost your way, my little elemental dear?" Said the lady to her right in a rather familiar voice. Kitty looked over, and bumped into suitcase man as the train rumbled around a corner.

"Got your attention, I see," said the lady's breasts. Kitty stared.

"Boobies," said the boobs, and then the hand she held began to laugh.

What the hell? Said Kitten, who, if looks were any indication, was the only other one to hear the voice. Kitty smiled. The laughter jumped back to the boobs. The woman who owned them was trying not to look at Kitty. Kitty laughed, too. She was beginning to like this voice.

"What are we doing tonight, Brain?"

She wondered if she could exchange it for Kitten. It seemed so much more fun. Somehow, however, she didn't think it worked that way.


Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Demon Printer

It is time to dust off the demon printer.

It has been laying, dormant, under a decorative pillowcase in the living room for years now. We disconnected it when we moved the computer, and decided to keep it disconnected because it seemed more interested in printing wingding sentences than what we asked of it. When we'd insist it print what we wanted, it would shudder and sigh and, begrudgingly, spit ours out. After dawdling over every line of ink, of course.

I'm excavating it. I actually kind of like the wingdings. Happy faces and peace signs were, as I recall, the most prominent. I figure it's time to make peace with it.

Short post. I'm alive. All two of you that come here :D


Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Project Update, even though it's a very tiny update.


2394 / 100000 words. 2% done!

Told you it was tiny. Chapter 1 is done in a very rough form. But that's apparently okay because it's a 'shitty first draft.'

I think I will submit a Meese story to the Girls With Guns Anthology - I've reread it, and I don't think it is too spoilerific. I've got a backup short story I'm working on, though. All you Kitty fans... you'll get to find out what happens, finally, between Kitty and Kitten!

Kat and Meese (working title)

2052 / 7000 words. 29% done!

Also got hit with an amazing idea for another story. But, as everyone says, the ideas are the easy part. Writing the story is the hard part.

PS: If any of you devout readers want to read chapter 1- which I promise you isn't all that great right now, just post in comments and we'll work something out. More Kitty bits, like the one in the last post, are coming as well. She gets me in the wee hours of the morn, when I have no where to be and no where to run...


Friday, May 21, 2010

Kitty Intro

Yeah, I know why you guys are following me. I know what you want. I've got some new Kitty for you.

For those of you who don't know, Kitty is a character of mine. Kitten is trapped in her head and kind of plays devil-on-the-shoulder for her, except Kitty is perhaps the worst person for a devil to be stuck with.


She looked to the window, thick with condensation, and a foggy face smiled up at her and told her to 'b hapi.'
"Thanks," she said.

"My pleasure," said the face. She looked at it again. Beads of condensation sweated down its cheeks. It looked a lot less innocent now, but she could be biased since it had just talked to her. She didn't think they normally did that, but what did she know?

It winked at her, and she looked away and surveyed the nearly empty bus again.

"Oh, you'll never find me," it said with a quickly melting, toothy grin. She grinned back.

"Having fun, are we?" She said. A woman in another seat looked up.

"You're my brand new toy," it said, "and I'm going to play with you, my pet."

"That right?"

It didn't have time to answer. Kitty'd wiped the smile off its face. As far as she was concerned, one odd voice was enough for her head.

Very mature, said the usual voice. She smiled again. She knew this wouldn't be the last time she heard that other one. She hoped it wasn't. She did so love to play.


Thursday, May 13, 2010


Hello, all zero of my readers! It's a lovely, sunny Thursday afternoon and I have nothing better to do than avoid writing and dick around on the internet! None of you know me. I'm just an unknown, unpublished writer who recently shed her 'wannabe' status by actually writing something. Not much. Just enough to tip the scale ever so slightly. Now I get to bore you by listing my projects!

Junkyard Unicorn
That One With the Stolen Heart
Lost One

(Italicized to look fancier.)

I am currently focusing on Meese, so I'll introduce it a bit. This is an Introduction post, after all.

Meese is a little worried and a lot confused. She's managed to get a record and a job in the same day- but she thinks that her employer, the God of Theatre, only keeps her around for comedic relief. She was about to ask him about that, when something special of his was stolen. A god-item thing. Now she's lost in the very literal criminal underground. Seriously. It's below the regular city. It's only a matter of time before someone finds her, and her winning smile probably won't help this time.

It's a work in progress, but it's progressing. You're all just jealous because I get to watch her trip into trouble before you do. Hah!

I think that's enough for an intro post. Later, loyal fans!

PS: I probably will get off my lazy arse and customize this blog a bit. In the next week or so.