This novel project, Ten Days, is currently on hiatus while the authoress (that's me) finishes college and works on other writing projects. At some undetermined time in the future, most likely after a lot of procrastinating and feet-dragging and lazy reluctance in general, she will continue her work on this novel. Until that time, please be ( Read more... )

The muse has just decided that Archangel Michael could not possibly have a nickname. He simply wouldn't allow it, being the hard-nosed pompous bastard that he is. He would insist that everyone call him Michael, even Cix, even his parents, because it is "part of the tradition" and god knows he can't do anything to be different.

Because God forbid I could write in any specific order. Probably from the middle of the book, when Gabe and Cix finally start to get along. Maybe... the beginning of the middle. Yeah.

And, of course, Michael is just an asshole throughout this entire thing. I assure you that whatever this argument ends up as, he definitely started it. Bastard. ( Read more... )

*dusts journal off*

Jesus H. Christ on a pogostick, it's been a long time.

Jesus H. Christ on a pogostick.

She says that we're making a comeback.

...we'll see.

I feel neglected.

Everyone has seen The Wizard of Oz. I hated that movie as a child, because of those nasty flying monkeys, but that's not the point here. The point is that there's this one scene, at the beginning, when the tornado is moving closer and closer to Auntie Em and Uncle Henry's house. Dorothy and Toto are running around frantically in the yard, trying ( Read more... )

See, um, there are also other rules that go with The Rule. Kind of like the Bill of Rights goes with The Constitution. Separate entities, but they're related. Just like The Rule and the rule are related. There are a lot of regulations to keep daemons and angels from just shamelessly beating and bombing and destroying the Hell out of one another ( Read more... )

Me: About time you got your lazy ass to work, bitch.
Amy: Maybe you should learn some manners, Cix, before I forget you for good. Hmmm?
Me: Yes, Mistress.
Amy: That's better.
Me: *mutter* Whore.

*beam* Amy finally played with me! Look at the fruits of our labor! Go look NOW!

(( Ten Days... Chapter One: The big, fat, combo version )

*tapfoot* We have a deadline to meet, Mistress Amy. A little thing called ten days. Do you remember? Thank Satan that no one left you in charge of Hell, or we'd have all gone to the angels by now. *impatient harumph*

Carver and I should go on strike. That'd teach you two whores a lesson.