I don't want to talk about how slow writing had been the past couple of months. One of my classes became incredibly intense almost immediately, and while I enjoyed it, it ate up my time like a Langolier coming off a diet.
Since school is out and I've forbidden myself from taking any summer courses - so help me God, I AM going to New Orleans this year to do some research - I'm cranking up to a decent pace. It's not where I wanted to be, but at least I'm still writing and I managed to work out a lot of the plot details and character-related issues during my imposed hiatus. The Scrivener for Windows beta finally came out, and I've been making use of it. Generally, this has meant as of late that I spend about half my scheduled writing time playing with Scrivener tools instead of writing. Don't worry though, I'm pulling myself into focus again.
As for where I am in the story, well.... The weather in Baltimore has become suddenly and impossibly hot, so I'm actually bizarrely pleased that I'm still in the winter months in the story, writing about the snow, and the icy cold, and body parts going numb; it helps me appreciate the current heat wave a little.
And now, for a shared snippet.
There was a pause after I quit yelling, lasting no longer than it would take me to breath in. And all at once I heard every door still on its hinges creak open and slam shut as one.
- Maria Out!
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