WIP WTF
I wasn't tagged that I am aware of but I really think by this point that's irrelevant and I'd hate for that to keep ANYONE from posting their stories. So post away, this header works for all you scribes out there.
I am still working on We Belong to the Light, I've just been delayed a bit by things ... things like FLOODS IN THE FUCKING BASEMENT, which in turn took out the AC for the four hottest days of the year so far and the sheer terror of knowing I still don't have a job lined up despite seven months of serious looking, too many interviews that have gone nowhere, a GOP state legislature that wants to kick us all off unemployment because they had to wait 5 extra minutes at Applebees ... and the need to flesh out the non-existent middle of this story.
But here's a snippet from Ch. 6, "Politic." I know the chapters so far have been kinda talky Because Relationships, but I promise action soon.
Refreshed, but only just, Xhareen exited her suite and stopped dead in the hallway. Someone was emerging from the blue room down the hall at the same time.
It was Quinn.
He turned and saw her and moved to go back into his room when Xhareen interrupted.
“Malavai, wait,” she said.
He stopped, his back to her. He didn’t move to face her.
