Took tonight to write an interlude scene, one set in the world of Story, in a land spun by a once-popular, now-forgotten dying man. It’s about what happens to our creations we are gone and no one remains to remember them.
I got a little choked up writing it—odds are going I’m going to have to do something with Carpassio’s world, even though I had not intended to.
733 words, and the scene posted already to go out in e-mail. If you’re signed up, you’ll get them Monday and Thursday.
Tomorrow I get back to Kettan, who has to go home to Fred and the empty house and her well-earned fears.
How’s your story coming?