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September Goals


Recap from August:

Reading: W00t! Went above and beyond this month without even trying. Five books finished and all caught up on my comics. That’s a first.  A++
Writing: I’ve been on top of my journal but got behind on the story. I did manage to finish up until the sentences for August 18 as of last night (so over half of the month finished). I guess I’ll give myself a D?
Finishing/Editing: Yeah, this was pretty much a fail because I forgot all about trying to finish something else and work on Heaven Can’t Wait. I honestly don’t even remember what I did all month. I guess there was a lot of walking trips and recovering from the walking trips, but… What did I do with my time? Must make more of an effort this month. F
Posting: Since I never got around to typing up all of the stuff I wrote while taking walks, I also never got around to editing and posting that stuff. So, fail… sort of, I guess. I don’t know. F

Well, August was a little better than July. I didn’t get a whole lot of writing done but more than last month. As I wrote about in the Round-up post, I did figure a way to combine my writing and walking by stopping at parks along my walking route to do some writing. I did that for three days at the end of the month and got quite a bit done. I’m going to try to keep doing that this month, but I’m sure the weather will eventually turn to rain (this is the Pacific Northwest) which will interfere with writing outside. I’ll have to take what I can get. F

September Goals:




  • edit a story other than Uncalled For
  • edit/finish two chapters of Heaven Can’t Wait
  • edit Uncalled For days as I finish them


  • post the chapters of Uncalled For that I get done
  • post one other story

Six Sentences on Sunday


~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Uncalled For Actions:

“You think this is funny?” Tweedle spat accompanied by more violent shaking.

So many snarky comments fought to break free, but a decade of abuse shut up the urge–his survival instinct kicking in instead. He shook his head, hoping to calm Tweedle with submission.

“Good–you’re smarter than you look. Now back to my sister,” Tweedle said, leaning Gil farther out the window. “She’s young and doesn’t spend much time outside of the family, so she’s understandably overwhelmed when meeting new people.”

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