Well, then, I’m finally here with a continuation of the story. This scene has been a killer, and I’ll tell you why: it’s the end of the year, and I’m tired. Really tired. Like I could use a week in bed tired. This has happened before, and will happen again, so there’s no point in going on about it, right? At least I got a good night’s sleep last night: I even went to bed early because I was crashing and burning hard.
Where am I, then? Well . . .
Right about here.
Almost seven hundred words last night, which is better for me given all the crap that’s happened this week. And that brings up to a point in the story where little transforming minions are about to strut their stuff . . .
(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by…