Hey, ya'll! Didja miss me? Finally caught up, mostly, and trying to keep things moving forward.
So I feel like I should have a blog where I can announce Exciting News, but I don't want to put such things on Mirrorshards itself. Should I resurrect my hoary old Livejournal account? Get a second Blogger blog to run in the sidebar? Start actually making use of Twitter and Facebook? Inquiring minds want to know, and you guys are basically my fanbase.
Let me put it this way: if I ever become successful, Mirrorshards will likely remain the heart of whatever website I create. Should I start encrusting it already, or is one (sooper sekrit as yet) publishing credit and a lot of love from the Drabblecast not enough to justify that kind of thing? I don't want to be That Writer, y'know? Am I overthinking this plate of beans?
BTW, today's story does have some antecedents. That one made it all the way to short story status, and is actually under review right now. Further updates on that as they arise.
"Three hours!" Onsler groaned. "Why did I even agree to this? I'm no good at parties. I can't even obsess about what to wear because I've only got three outfits. What am I going to do?"
Gremlin's tail lashed thoughtfully. "Can you set it on fire?"
Onsler didn't lift his head from his hands. "No."
"Hit someone in the face?"
"Hit someone in the face and run?"
Gremlin shrugged and flopped onto his back, gnashing his fangs. "Out of ideas."
"You added a new one to the list, I noticed."
Gremlin grinned. "Learning. Much less complicated back home."
Concrete Angel is a Finely Carved Debut
7 hours ago