Been working, mostly. Three days in snow country with no computer. But that was by design. I love printing out my manuscript and marking it all to hell. I've come up with some brilliant ideas. Some I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to incorporate without a complete re-write. Then, in the middle of the night, I had a Blair Warner moment. Problem solved. And ooh, is it good. Sadly, I've too many non-writing related things to do after being gone a few days. The most important of which is to watch the season premier of Lost. No spoilers please. I'll not be reading your comments until after.
Just to keep you interested, here's a Thursday Teaser. I know, most people do Tuesday Teasers. I tease on Thursday. A writing friend commented that she liked the name Skully initially, but then thought it sounded like an old man. Until she read how he got his nickname. Here it is...
Pirates. Perfect. Less than human, with missing limbs and bloody entrails, as Admiral Ironskull had described them. The night just kept getting better.
"So, ya got a name then?" asked Barney the Hook.
"His name is Alistair," answered Mad Grave.
Defender of the people. Except he wasn't.
"No," he said. "Don't ever call me that."
"Just as well," said Barney. "Sounds a bit sissy, that. Got a last name?"
"Like the admiral?" Barney glanced sideways at Mad Grave. So, Barney knew his grandfather too. "Hard headed that one. Most of these blokes'll hang if he ever catches 'em. Could be a problem. We'll just call ya...Skully. Sounds cool. Piratey."
Whatever. As far as he was concerned, Alistair died with his mother. Might as well be Skully the pirate.