Good morning! Welcome to this writer’s workspace. Here’s what’s happening liiiiiiiiiiiiiive at Miranda’s desk:
What I’m working on: After getting some great feedback from my writer’s group, this morning I’m revising a short story called “Reversal of Fortune.” It’s about a high stakes poker game being played out across a mysteriously fog-shrouded, post-apocalyptic Manhattan island.
Snippet from the screen: “Velice once crept through the inky darkness to spy and glimpsed The Cleaver dissecting zebras from the Central Park Zoo. The moonlight had caught the gleam from serrated knives and the wind had carried eerie snatches of The Cleaver’s strange whispering voice. The dissection’s purpose, however, had been unclear. Velice suspected the man was losing his mind.”
On my iTunes: God Only Knows, by the Beach Boys
In my mug: Numi’s Chinese Breakfast tea
Keeping me company: well, at present, I’m all by my lonesome. Mr. Ramses, aka The Overseer, appears to have abandoned me for a good snooze in the bedroom. Here’s a cute picture of him anyway, though (the lazy cuss):
Out my window: Deceptive sunshine on a day clocking in at 12 degrees. I weep. Will winter never end? My insane husband is out there playing soccer in the park. Curled under a blanket, I have no words to describe how unappealing soccer in 12 degree weather sounds to me.
A little procrastination never hurt anyone: I’ll start with this one from Terrible Minds, as it gave me the best laugh I’ve had in some time. This dude can really write; even his discouragement is entertaining. Following the serious tone he sets, I’ll send you over to Stacia Kane’s blog for a post she wrote last week about women and how their books are marketed. Thought-provoking. Then, if you still want to be a writer, head over to Writing Excuses and see if you’re fulfilling the promises you made to your readers.
That’s all from here, folks! What are you up to this fine, if chilly, Saturday?