November 2024, Day 15

[wiseheart]

Hi everyone! We've reached half-time; that was awfully fast, don't you find? Well, on with the usual business!

This is the place to tell us about your daily success (or the lack of it).
May the magic be with us all!

Comments

[wiseheart]

Just a few lines of dialogue; I hope to finish the story with another two scenes or so, which will make the last chapter fairly short but hey, better short and to the point than dragging on senselessly, right?

Excerpt:

Charlie shook his head in fond exasperation. "You are incorrigible, Anna!"

"And proud of it," she replied, still grinning.

[sallymn]

Definitely better that way!

[ylla]

Incorrigibly incorrigible, I like it.

[sallymn]

I had the open mic meeting on tonight so polished up the little ficlets I was doing at the start of the month and took them along to read (audience isn't big but enough, about 20, mostly local poets but a few prose writers too and all very kind) and they were all appreciative which was lovely :) I will never get used to reading my own stuff aloud, despite this once a month and the fortnightly workshopping lunch and doing and then reading exercises with my course, but it's good for me I... guess?

[wiseheart]

I will never get used to reading my own stuff aloud

I can relate. It would kill me if I had to do that!

[sallymn]

It took me three meetings, and an awful lot of kindly pushing by the others, before I did my first reading and I was shaking so hard the paper rustling was probably louder than my voice...

[ylla]

That sounds terrifying, even if beneficial :-D

[ylla]

It was the first concert of the fiddle festival on Friday night - I did write a bit before heading out, but didn't have time for commenting. 376 words.

My room was narrow, and then a door at the other end opened into a bare mirror image of it - presumably this was a natural result of turning two terraced houses into one, but it did feel a bit as if I'd wandered into a creepy book.

[sallymn]

It sounds like it too :)