Yesterday I wrote, so here are some pictures of Hobkin for those of you who skip over the “Writing Stuff” portion of my journal:
Napping and being my muse
Looking out from under his hutch
Hobkin always washes his face and paws after his meals–which I appreciate because otherwise he’d track yogurt and veggie juices all over the carpet. It’s also excessively cute.
Started doing research on a new folk tale. And also began a new fantasy short story. Man, I’d forgotten what hitting flow felt like! 1400 words on the short story and they just rolled out of me. I’ve missed easy writing; it felt so good, like stretching after being stuck in a little box for days. I really do seem to be a short story writer. This just feels so much more natural to me than what I’ve been doing on A Harmony of Foxes. Now I’ve just got to get myself to keep working on Foxes while I write shorter stuff.
A Harmony of Foxes
New words: 950