Well, I've now finished the second chapter of "A Pirate's Life," not to mentioned gotten my second-to-last motorcycle article ready to mail off. I think this is the first tiem I've written any het romantical stuff without my sister hanging over my shoulder going "This is softcore porn. Porno, porno!" Even though it never is--I've read soft core porn, and my stuff doesn't compare.
Now I have to start on chapter three, where Mary Rose the Tragic Widow returns to the storyline and weeps all over Norrington. ("The evil pirate killed my husband! Get him! Make him sorry!")
In other news, I may get to spend a day or so at Otakon! Whoohoo! I can blow my motorcyle checks on djs and cosplay as Gluhen Schuldig, if I die my hair red again, as I've realized that I can assemble the entire costume from my closet.
Now I have to start on chapter three, where Mary Rose the Tragic Widow returns to the storyline and weeps all over Norrington. ("The evil pirate killed my husband! Get him! Make him sorry!")
In other news, I may get to spend a day or so at Otakon! Whoohoo! I can blow my motorcyle checks on djs and cosplay as Gluhen Schuldig, if I die my hair red again, as I've realized that I can assemble the entire costume from my closet.