Another Friday night, meaning that I have four more days to make my various July non-fiction deadlines. Never has the name of this blog been more aptly chosen.
But as always under extreme work-related stress (fellow ivory tower bellhops will share my amazement at how easy it is to be swamped with work for which you do not get paid or recognized at all, but which you still have to accept to stay “in the tower”), my brain is prone to take fiction hikes, meaning that the detailed storyboard for “Troubled Passage” is shaping up nicely. Contraband cigarettes! Stocking seams! Lipstick smears on Bordeaux glasses!
[new teaser after the cut]
I still don’t know when exactly I’ll be able to start posting, only that it will be in August, with the customary weekly updates on Friday nights.
And while I am finally getting to write this story, after carrying it around with me for a decade, I sat down to meet one of my non-fiction deadlines last night to find two plot bunnies blocking the access to my keyboard and giving me the eye. They introduced themselves as Bering & Wells and when I said “oh no, no time whatsoever!” they muttered something about having the original Duracell Bunny on their shelves, and about time being a relative thing, and that I would have no idea, or else.
Meanwhile, as of Wednesday, I will be working on a first “verbal” teaser for “Troubled Passage” (or, more truthfully, I will finally write down some of the scenes that insist on playing themselves out in repeat mode all across my brain). Rykoe said she’d wrap it with a graphical bow…
[to be continued next Friday]