And my wing stubs still hurt.
Stupid body.
Writing Stuff:
Found the Eternal Night website roundabout via
"A refreshing look at a traditional tale. Eugie Foster has written an enchanting little tale that keeps the reader interested until the very last word."
--Lesley
And discovered this fine review of "Returning My Sister's Face" from the Science Fiction Romance Newsletter:
"'Returning My Sister’s Face' by Eugie Foster is a ghost story about avenging wronged love in a medieval oriental setting . . .The author maintains a sense of suspense throughout, and the narrative style is so compelling I could almost hear the slow, dignified plinking of ancient oriental music as I read it."
--Joyce Ellen Armond
Due to either the caffeine OD, or the Clonazepam residue, I was tempted to bite off my own fingers, giving myself a Really Good™ excuse for why I didn't write today. Alas, I only ended up gnawing on a knuckle or two, then forced myself to toil on the novel.
Words: 500 And they were all crap.
Club 100 for Writers
48
500/day
16