As you might have guessed, last week was not a good week writing-wise. Or anything-wise really. But it was but it was and I’m making neither apologies for neither. Things happen. Or don’t, as the case may be.
I missed my fortune telling post, which is a little disappointing on my part because I had all the research done, I just didn’t have the desire to put it all together.
I seem to be swinging back and forth between reading too much and gaming too much. Now, writers should read, that’s a given, but they should read a variety of things and I seem to be fixated on Nora Roberts lately. Mostly her romances. Sometimes her romantic suspense.
But the good news there is I’m currently on the last of one of her quartets right now and Indigo/Chapters won’t be delivering any more until May 7th. Obviously they’re using Canada Post again instead of UPS. But this also means I’ll be forced to read something else, like something from my to-be-read bookcase.
We won’t even discuss the gaming. It’s just pure escapism.
I’ve been good at giving myself a stern talking to when it comes to my lack of, well, anything, but I’m also pretty good at ignoring myself. I seem to be productive one day, then a slacker for two. This week’s goal is to be productive at least every other day.
We’ll see how it goes.
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The cloud was talking, and you know what that means. Yeah, that’s right. The weather control system was off its grid again. I’ve been working the night shift so I’ve been sleeping during the day, or I would have noticed it sooner.
Of course one of the other scientists stationed on Grathos IV could have mentioned it, or left a report or something, but Garth and Sandy enjoyed talking to clouds, Richard and Sven were too focused on their work to notice, and Kate, Beckett, and Taylor just didn’t care. Of course the clouds rarely talked to them.
We’ve put in seven of our twelve month stretch here. It would have been well into our eighth month if we hadn’t had to sit around in orbit while the microbiologists and biochemists argued about whether or not the virology in the ecosystem of the planet was safe for humans. Ultimately they decided it was harmless, and we were green to go.
Once we get the weather stable enough to sustain itself without the grid Grathos IV will be ready for settlement. It should have been ready long before this, but every time we shut down the grid we get talking clouds, or worse singing clouds.
It’s a little disconcerting to venture outside and have them whispering above you. Sometimes they just carry on monologues, sometimes they ask questions, but more often than not they offer advice. It was amusing in the beginning, but not so much when they start interfering in our personal business.
They see everything, you understand. They’re clouds, vapor. There’s no locking them out, no hiding behind closed doors. They know everything we do, even things we hide from the others. And they like to share, so there are no secrets on Grathos IV.
It’s not like they’re sentient, any more than the rocks, grass and water was, at least that’s what the environmental specialist claims. We managed to silence all the voices except for the ones in the clouds. But we’ll get them too, eventually.
Well, better get back to work.
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Wordage Report
Wandering Wizards – ? words
I tinkered around a little, but my heart wasn’t really in it last week. Hopefully I’ll to better this week.
Weekly Prompt – 349 words
I actually like the way this little prompt story turned out. If I can figure out a way to expand it at little, I might even try marketing it.
New Prompt
Use this as your first line:
After the goblin invasion we realized all the dark lords were dead.
Happy Writing!
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