Stick a Fork in Me, I'm Done

...or at least finished writing this story. I feel like I've just run a triathlon. It still needs work; oh boy, does it need work, but at least the shape of it is there. This is the first time I've pushed through to the end of anything without letting myself get distracted with endless edits. I'm so proud of myself I could just sing.

It has a beginning: "Oh shut up, Mur," Orien said mildly. "I don't have time for your drama."

A middle: “Branch-charmed by earnest stars, indeed,” I gasped. That was the next line of the poem, somewhat mangled by my breath-scattered thoughts and shaking voice. “Are you trying to hypnotize me? Or just tell me that you want to go to the oak grove?”

And an end: As for the rest, well, Thiede did say I was a quick study.

An actual end! YAY.



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