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Willpower Spent

Willpower spent,
A page unfurled:
Hours lost
In another world.

Wait for It…

            You may have noticed that posting times have been odd or that the novels weren’t updated last week (or maybe not, which means you haven’t been reading, *cue depression*). Seriously, though, my schedule is going to be very strange this week, which mean the posting schedule is going to be even more erratic than usual. Like today, posts may be later in the day or even still count as today only because I posted them before I went to sleep (hey – that’s still my day).
            When you’re waiting for a story to continue, I know that delays or uncertain schedules can be frustrating, so I’m going to *try* to do an extra update of Deathwalker and Wind Town (either a longer word count or an extra post) this week to make up for missing last week. I can’t promise that I will because, hey, crazy schedule, but I’m going to try.
            Also, as we round the curve into the final few months of my writing challenge, does anyone have any requests for what this blog should be after the year’s challenge ends? I will definitely continue to post writing here, but I won’t have to stick to the same rules once I complete the full year. I could set up a new challenge, make the rules of this one less rigid, or any number of things. So if there’s anything specific you really like or want to see more of as the blog continues, this would be a good time to chime in.
            Welp, that’s it. Thanks for your patience and for reading my random writing (yay, alliteration!). Now, it’s time to get back to work!

An Endless Cycle

            Never had going to sleep sounded so good.
            As Cassy walked into the house and shed her coat and boots, she pictured going straight to bed, collapsing face-first into a pillow, and sleeping until morning. Oh, that sounded amazing. The idea sent a last-ditch burst of energy through her, and she was on her way there when she saw the clock. 8 pm.
            Pausing, she frowned. Some, small, childish part of her rebelled at the idea of going to bed that early. The little spurt of energy faded like a taunting memory as the cogs of her brain locked and stuttered. She hesitated for what could have been minutes or hours, caught up in the fog. Then, her eyes locked on a book.
            Perfect. She would read for an hour and then go to bed. Relieved to be done with thinking, she walked to the bookshelf and grabbed an old favorite. The simple act of sinking into the comfortable chair felt like heaven. When she opened the book, she sank into the story just as easily. The familiar words and well-loved characters pulled her through the fog until it was a dim memory. Only the story existed for her as she raced with the characters through danger and conflict until at last, all was resolved.
            With one last sigh of pleasure, she closed the book and looked at the clock.

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