PLNs

The writer's group is going over their tales for the week gone past. Two days hence, Beloved enters the hospital for a very "Space Orc" operation.

* Cut open her arm
* Cut off the jagged edges to make them flat
* Insert a piece of a corpse's _leg bone_ so it's all the right length
* Bolt it all together
* Sew her back up

She'll be sore and sorry for herself by next parkrun. And very likely on some really good painkillers.

I have one-paragraph blurbs to write for four novels. Which is much easier than doing all the things for everyone.

Also scarier because I shall be done all the sooner.

But I also need to get a wriggle on if I want to be read and (maybe) loved for what I do.

Onwards, ever onwards.

My days are just packed. On Saturday, we were all over everywhere, and one of the things acquired for Adorable could not be juggled on the train.

So I took Beloved and the stuff on a lengthy drive through rush-hour wet-weather traffic. Whee fun.

Obviously, I made it out alive, but holy cheez whiz... some folks just believe they can clip through other cars without harm.

As Da would say, the weather got into the sawdust in their skulls.

The writing group