Gut-Check Time

Hoisted up by the scruff of my neck, the giant dangles me in front of his nose and sniffs. Anxiety beads up on my writerly face. Grunting in apparent satisfaction, the Writing Binge Beast cracks opens his jaws and swallows me whole.

For the next 8 days I will be residing in this fearsome oaf’s belly. Twisted Intent is due February 28 and I will not draw breath out of the Writing Binge until then.

Goody.

Ok, people, it’s gut-check time.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Beauty in the Bizarre

Something resembling an actual story crawled out of my mind yesterday.

I nearly fainted.

Before it scurried away into the shadows of my funk, I scooped it up, laid it down on paper and rubbed its soft, little belly for hours.

Oh, what a beautifully bizarre thing the creative process is!

Until tomorrow…

Chloe