Dear Blog

My Dear Beloved Blog,

It's not you, it's me. I hate to do this to you. I'm sure we have something we can salvage, but I have fallen badly for another, and I feel sure I need to let it run its course. You see... you are stalwart and friendly, and are willing to tolerate my occasional bursts of madness... but he is... fast and sexy, and frankly, quite popular--I know that shouldn't matter, but the fact that he is so interested in me is flattering. I haven't had an adrenaline rush like this since... well since Legacy practically wrote itself.


I know you're detecting a pattern here. I am fickle and want the rush of the moment. But it doesn't mean I don't love you; I do! And I swear I will be back to full devotion one day soon, even if only to rush off again. I just felt I should let you know where things stood in the meantime, so you didn't worry.


I will be back when I can. Love to you always,


The Tart


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So insanity aside... NaNoWriMo has begun and I've started writing. I'm sure you're all dying to hear my progress, or not, but that seems to be all I can conjur to the forefront of my mind at the moment. I wrote 5000 words yesterday with the intention that that would allow me to stick to 1000 words a day during the week. If I write more, I write more, but I've decided I don't want to completely dump my other projects, so that was what I felt was a reasonable compromise. (I wrote 750 words on my WiP last night, for instance)

My first line I am extremely please with: "I slept with Bill Clinton."

My main character is 'testifying' before a grand jury for a murder she has committed, though she has told them they don't have clearance for her to tell the truth and so she has no intention of it. She is responding to how she got into a program at American University in The United Arab Emirates...

The general idea behind the book is that she works for a super-secret agency charged with making sure American secret service, diplomatic, etc. are paranoid enough about being watched that they don't do anything they are not supposed to do (as defined by the US Government)--conspiracy stuff... I'm having fun.

One big change on this project is I've decided to write via computer... I've been a long-hand advocate for ages, but I want to verify this, and I think the content (half told from the persepctive of a CIA Psychiatrist) can bear the clinical tone.

ANNNNNNNND.... This just in!

I learned a new word this week--it is a Tart word if ever there was one. From here on out, all Tart Rituals can be assumed to follow this protocol: SCYCLAD is ritualistic nudity. It is apparently Wiccan, but I don't mind borrowing.