En brief:
From the 16th to the 22nd, we completed 8 new pieces of poetry and prose, using actual count not challenge count and added entries 12–21/365 to the 365 Challenge page.
Additionally, we kicked off two new continuities: Kingdoms and Thorn and Mirror, the latter which was mentioned way back in the day on this blog because I had a few stories in that universe surprise me. Note: they were also ages and eras apart and as "Queen of Heaven" and a poem no one's seen but lithiumlaughter came together for me, I found out why. The world's getting remade all the time.
My simple goal this week is to finish "Dowse and Bleed," which is weighing in a monster. I'm pretty sure at this point it's going to cross the 10,000 word line, and while Mira was sweet as pie when I laid her off and decided to move forward without her, she just also proved her own worth and got rehired as of last night. Not in the plans, but there she is, and the world's more complex than I intended to let it show. Ah, well.
Snippet:
Rachelle handed her coffee to Killinger, who took it, then pulled off her denim jacket to hand that over as well and unbuttoned her overshirt. She curled her lip at how thick the air was with pathogens—influenzas, autoimmune viruses, sewer's plague, and a host of lesser infections.
"Killinger. Who is she?" the detective demanded, his white rank star almost glowing in the meager light of the one naked lightbulb overhead.
Killinger had a badge; Rachelle had a history. She let Killinger walk over to explain in hushed tones the way things worked.
