My Excuse for Not Posting:

I was busy writing a 50,000 word novel, and my blog doesn't count toward my word count. Even now, I have trouble typing contractions after a month of not. I participated in NaNoWriMo for the third year in a row, and won for the second time. I think my novel's going to be all sorts of cool, after some really extensive revision. At one point I had run out of plot and still needed more words and I sunk to some new lows. So, there will be a lot of deleting going on. Still, pretty satisfying. In the meantime however, two visits to the herbologist and the whole picture doctor happened, so I'll be writing about those eventually here. Just so you can appreciate my novel, though, here's an excerpt (actually two little ones):


“Gun shops?” she asked in disbelief. “Have you been to Texas recently?”
“Never been,” he said.
“Well in the Rebellion of 2014,” she said, using the same tone of disgust Southerners used for the phrase Civil War, “after the Federal government destroyed Austin, arrested thousands, ransacked homes and in general behaved like an occupying army, all the gun shops were closed. Permanently. It’s against the law for any Texan, ever, to own a weapon of any kind. It was one of the conditions of our surrender.”
The bitterness in her voice was loud and clear.
“So, where’d you learn to shoot?” he asked.
She grinned. “We never surrendered.”



“Why are we stopped?” Eve asked sleepily. She sat up from where she had been dozing against Luke.
“I need to pick up some supplies,” Luke said.
She looked out the truck window, expecting to see a store, but the only building was the Armory. It took her a minute.
“You want to break into the National Guard Armory?” Eve asked, wondering if the whole world had gone crazy or if it was just her companion.
“That’s affirmative.”
“Great. What am I supposed to do while you commit a felony?”
He kissed her on the top of the head. “Get some sleep,” he advised.