I'm sorry you feel this way about your writing, Nimue. For what it's worth, I think it's lovely and holds a lot of promise. Hopefully one day you can see that.Haven't written anything this month. At first I blamed it on videogames, but the moment I sit down, it becomes obvious how terrible my writing is. It's not worth the effort.
“Seems you’ve got a reputation for winning. I mean, if three men all pissing in the same trough don’t have anything better to talk about than you and your game, I should probably feel honored to be your opponent.”
“And you might want to watch your back. Something ain’t right with him. Most folks try to outrun you if they know they’re being followed. Not him. He was all too happy to lead out with the fists. And he’s real quiet, too. Quieter than Shadow’s old mentor. That quiet.â
Well, it depends. What kind of video games are you playing? I played Fallout 4 for 3 months straight in November (if ya'll recall that I disappeared from our NaNo thread then). Every now and then I think we need creativity stimulated from somewhere else.Augh, you guys are too nice. I can't get better motivation to stop being a lazy blob than that...
“I’ve got some plans, my dear, a couple big cons to pull. If all goes well, we’ll leave in the spring, as soon as the rains stop.”
“What’s the big con?”
“The port authority,” Raisa said, low, not even sure Cherie knew enough about it to try to explain. “But first, I’ve got a sure thing, with Shadow. I’m going to **** him so magnificently, he’ll walk bowlegged the rest of his life, and the best part is, Lion’s already setit up for me.”