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

The Waiting Giant

Snoring just below the cusp of the horizon, sleeps a writing binge. Restlessly, it tosses. Grumbling, it turns. Next week, I will be forced to awaken this beast.

A writing jag of gargantuan proportions will be called upon to finish Twisted Intent before its Feb. 28^th deadline. It is not how I had planned to do things, but, alas, life has once again tossed itself down before fiction.

I have not called on this giant for a while. I do hope he remembers me.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe