Rainy Monday

[rolanni]

So, yesterday was a work day, and I worked.  Five hundred words on an as-yet nameless short piece destined for a chapbook; and about 2,000 words on Fifth of Five.

Today. . .isn't looking good on the work front.  Our very efficient agent has lined up a tour of our list of possible houses, which is going to eat most-if-not-all of the afternoon.  This morning, I need to do the dishes I ignored yesterday because -- working, and also clean the cat fountain, which as decided to stop fountaining.  I Suspect Cat Fur in the motor; it's happened before.  Somewhere in there, too, I need to call the doctor because This Has Gone on Long Enough, and wedge in an evening appointment.  Or maybe early tomorrow.

So that.

On the topic of shorter works (by which I mean not novels), is there a story you -- yes, you! -- would like to read?  I anticipate that we will be writing several new stories/new chapbooks, and we're open to suggestions.  Let me know in comments.

And now. . .I'd better get with the dishes.

Everybody stay dry.

Oh:  Fifth of Five +/-39,000 of a theoretical +/-100,000 words
Titleless short story 500 words of whoknows

Snippet:  In the port city of Solcintra, on a certain day in the third relumma of the year called Phantione, a boy was delivered to the delm of Clan Serat, who did not want him.