I took draft one and made it mah beotch. Now I have draft two.

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Soon, mah prettahs, soon.

Still looking for a girl prettah.

Can’t. Stop. Reading. Pixie Warrior by Rachael de Vienne.

Pixies
Dragons
Forests
Daughter that fits in your pocket
Peaches!

Oh man. I just wish I could purchase a physical copy of the book.

Edit: softcover version of Pixie Warrior is on the way (see comments).

One day I wrote 13,000 words. It was a crucial action-packed chapter in Bunny Trouble, along with some of the text leading up to the chapter and dealing with the aftermath of the action.

While line editing Bunny Trouble, I realized that singular day of writing was my best yet. It is a complicated action scene—as modern engagements are—but it flows nicely. It also held less typographical and grammatical errors than the rest of the manuscript.

Huh. What do I make of that?

I have no idea!

Line editing my own work is a pain in the ass that is for sure: a big incentive to tighten up writing the first draft. I regret not line editing my first novel for this reason. Now I know.

Only 20 pages left, and then Beta Reading Squad Doki Doki Team Alpha Fox SIX gets a whack. I have not cut my nails in awhile for this reason.

Denial is a bitch. It is all around us. It is a wrapper of societal drag around the instruments of doom. Denial is the anti-truth, the self-delusion, the decent into groupthink and the basis of the anti-individual.

Denial is subversion.
Denial is the lie.
Is helplessness a learned trait?
Yes. Yes it is.

As I am finishing my line editing of Bunny Trouble I can see the next novel stretch out before me. It is a bleak story. Why would the eternal optimist fathom such a grim tale?

Why indeed. The answer, my 7.3 readers, is all around us. You merely have to seek the truth of what is, rather than what you wish it to be.

Least you 7.3 readers think I am all fluffy frou-frou from that last post; I can assure you my optimism comes tempered with shadow.

I have seen… experienced… bad things, two bad things to be precise. These two things, almost in an ironic fashion, have canceled each other out because they were so contrary: one a product of people (there are bad people in this world), the other a product of fate (you can be in the wrong place at the wrong time). Once I became older, I was able to reflect on the nature of conflicts, giving me an insight for which I am now grateful.

Shadow falls across my writing because of who I am. In the dim, the shade is colder but in the chill, we can feel more alive. My writing is not reflective as much as it is holistic. For every conflict, there are a thousand solutions. The path we follow to the end has less to do with the process of elimination and more of our gestalt.

We are more than the sum of our experiences. This I know to be true.