Keep leaning back in my chair to watch the Canada Day fireworks through the window. They're crackling and whizzing and thundering constantly as I'm writing. Almost sounds like gunfire, or at least how I'd imagine gunfire would sound like. If it weren't for the sparkly coloured ones in between the flashing white ones, you might think there was a war going on down at the beach.
I'd be down there, but I love writing more than I love my country. And crowds are not my thing.
Funny thing how the writing process is never quite the same, I always have to adjust myself to it. Scene a couple days ago I had to do that research and planning before I wrote it. Very similar type of scene today, and I had to fly it because it felt most natural to let it come as it came. Couldn't tell you why one needed one thing, and the other another. Just did.
I have no excerpts, partly because I'm feeling too tired to bother picking one, and partly because the disk drive on my desktop computer has gone wacky, so I can't transfer anything to it from the laptop at the moment.
Will be updating the website after I write this. Have to decide where to send "Hack" next. Also got some nice comments through the feedback form, which I will add for a little ego padding. Heh.
I've used up all my words.