I said in my last post that I’d downloaded some “research” for my upcoming NaNoWriMo attempt. Thus far, my research has consisted of Succubus Blues by Richelle Mead. Georgina Kincaid is a squillion year old succubus who doesn’t really enjoy leeching the life out of innocent (and the not so innocent) mortals for her job.…
It’s 2am. The lights are off and the halls are dark. The only sound is the ambulance band on the radio. Little squawks, followed by call signs: “Bravo one two zero: Code one on Sheridan street.” The ward is empty tonight, save for the alleged ghost roaming the halls near theatre. l haven’t met her…
Don’t worry, that wasn’t the sound of me biting off more than I can chew! That was me swallowing the last unpalatable bite of university for the year! FOREVER! Sort of. Unpalatable is the wrong word really. The assignments tasted like recycled cardboard and the university’s attitude towards certain things tasted like all the bitterness…
True Writes 