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Ask in comments and I'll give you five words I associate with you, for you to expound upon as you see fit. These are from darkfyre_muse.

Tea flows dark and full over the tongue, more subtle than coffee and more intricate than Coke. The ritual of Morning Tea is a sign that all is right with the world.

Leonard Cohen has a voice that goes right through you and a way with words that make you laugh and cry and twist up inside. Ring the bells that still can ring / Forget your perfect offering / There is a crack, a crack in everything / That's how the light gets in

Cosmic Encounter was, I think, the first 'real' boardgame I owned. It got an awful lot of play while I lived in Apartment Six. Sometimes I think I ought to play it more often these days.

Quotes get used because someone else has already said whatever it is I want to say, better. At least I think they have. Often that's because I don't trust how I'd say it. Which leads us into. . .

Writer is consistently the first word that comes to mind when I describe myself. One of my biggest fears is that it's not accurate. Time to do something about that.

verbage: Junkyard Dog / writers group

Words: 551
Total words: 969
Neat things: The Camaro belongs to Janey, not her boyfriend. Bitter machinists are bitter.

(Yes, I know it's a minimal amount, especially for, mm, three hours "work." Shut up.)

I wasn't expecting this to be set in (a fictionalized) Helena, AR, when I started writing it, but "machine shop" makes a lot more sense than "junkyard" for a clockworker.

The next scene will be fun, though. A half page or so of pure dialog and not-quite-banter. Then I have to find some plot again.

This is a new thing for me. Usually plot's the easy part, and the "and then what happens?" comes with no problem, it's fleshing out the characters that gives me trouble. This time. . . I know the characters as soon as they show up (although, as eBear says, There's Always One More Character Quirk). I just don't really know what they're doing. I'm pretty sure I know where it's going eventually (and it's not happy), but how and why it gets there. . . no clue. And it's a struggle to find out. Especially since that fun next scene? Doesn't move the plot much at all, it's more character-building.

We shall see.

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The Cat Vacuuming Society actually met last Thursday (the week before they were all in Vegas, apparently), so I got to meet them. Most of them, anyway. It's a half-dozen people who seem to be relatively serious about their (and each others') writing, and get published on occasion. Works In Progress include a couple of fantasy epics, some urban fantasy, some SF/horror, and at least one mystery.

I'm not totally sure how well I'll fit in there but then I'm not sure how well I'll fit in anywhere, so I'll keep going for now and see how it goes. I'm under no obligation to stick with them if it doesn't really work out well for me.