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Writing Diary: July 15, 2004
The morning after, that is…
Yesterday: spent the morning (after walking around the lake and my reading/coffee/breakfast time) on SF Canada tasks, sending out the renewal notices to those who have not yet renewed. Then it was off to Second Cup for another whack at Shards of Excalibur. I’ve only got about 90 pages of editing to go before I’m ready for some critiquing…
Here’s another free sample, from the section I worked on yesterday:
Wally blinked. Where’d that come from? He leaned forward. “I think your video card is screwed…no, wait a minute, I can see something in there. Maybe it’s a video file that–”
His voice and his breath were choked off in the same instant as a green, clawed hand covered in scales erupted in a shower of green sparks from the surface of the monitor and seized Wally by the throat. He scrabbled at it uselessly. It began to squeeze…he couldn’t breath…
I didn’t get anything done on Orson Scott Card, alas, but I will today.
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