They lurk, unseen, waiting for you.
They can be anywhere. You can be sitting on the couch when one strikes. You can be walking down the street, at the store, in the shower, even in your own bed.
Then, they strike.
I think we, as people and as writers, are a reflection of everything we’re exposed to in life. Not just how we were raised and our experiences, but what we read, what we watch.
Why do people let me near the blog? They should have patted me on the head and then taken away my keyboard.
Do you like the logo? I drew it and then gave it to more talented people than me to make it pretty.
As we delve deeper into the holiday season, each one of us finds ourselves with more and more to do, and it might come to pass that you wake up in the middle of the night on a Saturday and realize that you have a blog post due the next day.
Not saying that’s what happened, noooo.
Kit Campbell used to be an aerospace engineer, but it turns out that there’s a lot less launching of awesome things into space and a lot more paperwork than one would think. She figured that if she was going to be dealing with all that paper anyway, she would rather work on her own projects instead.
Kit writes science fiction, fantasy, and related speculative fiction when she’s not terrorizing the Internet with landsquid and folding plesiosaurs. Which she often is. The Internet deserves it.
The greatest part of belonging to the Spork Room – a magical writing community – is the Door, through which all stories ever written and yet to be written come to life. There is only one rule: Always tell someone before you go through.
But Margery is in a tough place in her story and she really needs to know how this scene goes. No one’s around. Surely it won’t hurt … Continue reading