Require: Cookie

'Better,' Curt said after a few minutes of successful dodges.

She took half a second to smile, and to force the about-to-fall feeling from her mind, as he jumped up and came at her again. He grabbed her arm and brought it around, trying to pin her, but a quick shift had her out of his grasp, and gave her the distance to put two dye rounds in his back.

'Oh great,' she said, 'that time I didn't even choose to shoot you.'

'You still shot me,' he said, 'for whatever that's worth.'

She required away her gun. 'I am never going to get used to this.'

...does anyone have a copy of either MS or GE that I may have sent out (eiter as PDF or word/doc/openoffice) format?

...I sort of need to replace most of my files. I've got MF & MH (and the first 15k of the young!Stef book), I've got dribs and drabs of other scenes sitting in out sent box and whatnot, but I don't think I actually have a full copy of MS anywhere else (Yes. My fault. I've already beat myself up for this.)

My computer...borked and they ************** **** ****************** ******ing formatted my drive without a data recovery. I've lost a...lot of stuff, but I'm trying to be chill, and just take stock of what I need to get to be back up and running.

On top of that, I've just basically been having a really shit week for reasons I'd rather not get into on the internets, and feeling really, really uninspired. I've been at the novella, but that's just in my notebook, haven't actually had the motivation to sit and type anything up (doesn't help that my computer was at the shop for a week, and it's not as easy to type on other people's computers).

I came close to quitting last night, just everything was piled up and I'd just had the aforementioned horrible week and I just wanted to toss it all away and not bother to write anymore (yeah, yeah, you've heard this all before, doesn't mean I didn't feel that way). But saying something like that is pointless because no matter how much I can say I'm quitting, and GIVING IT UP FOREVER and emoemoemoangstbullshit, I always come back. Sometimes it takes weeks (once it took eight months), but I always come back and write. And I'll always come back and write MV, I...just don't want to write anything else, so it's not like I'd give this up, then turn around and start working on some swords-and-sorcery thing. If I'm writing, I'm writing Stef, cookies, suits and guns. Or...Mags, Taylor, sexytime and guns. :P You know what I mean.

I wanted GE to be one big book, but I think I may end up splitting it in two. Maybe just stumble through to the midway point, then actually take an official hiatus or something, it wouldn't be complete, it'd be like the end of MF or MH, as in, you know there's a lot more to come, it's a cliffhanger in certain respects, but at the same time, it's resolved to the poin where you can stand to wait a little bit.

I think this may actually be the most words I've put into one thing in ages.

So yeah...would you like two Mags books instead of one? Or would you just be happy with knowing it's halfway through and you'll get the second half in X amount of time? It's sort of semantics, but important in this case. Or not. Sometimes it's the little things that count.

'Chad...'

He groaned inwardly. He had gone to bed well after 3am, after showing his sister around her new computer. As expected, she had taken to it almost immediately, and had demanded that he show her more and more. As happy as he was with her newfound passion for all things Linux, he had to first ask, then demand, then insist that she go to bed. When that failed, he threatened to take her laptop away for the rest of the week, and that did the trick. And now, a mere moment after he had finally hit the sack, she was there, waking him up.

Magnolia stared at her mother as she entered the room. ‘You-’

‘Before you speak, daughter, let me remind you that if I find you annoying, I will simply make you sleep again.’

‘Take these fucking cuffs off me.’

‘Don’t tire your mouth out, daughter, you’re going to need it later.’