[writing] A story, this morning

Right brain woke me up at 3 am (after seven hours’ sleep, so this was okay) and demanded to write a story. The idea was an offshoot of a conversation between and I yesterday. So from 3 to 5 am, I wrote 3,500 words and finished a draft of “Her Fingers Like Whips, Her Eyes Like Razors”, a story about cancer and faerie. Gee, much on my mind?

The part I’m happiest about is this is only the second time I’ve tried to write from scratch since the surgery in November. Gotten a lot of productive revision and rewriting done, but that’s a different process for me. I have no idea if this piece is any good, I’ll let my first readers tell me that.

But damn me, I wrote something. And I feel good about it. Fuck cancer.

5 thoughts on “[writing] A story, this morning

  1. That is one heck of an evocative title, at the very least.

  2. Ashavan Doyon says:

    I hate it when medical issues get in the way of my writing and I’m glad you’ve pushed past that barrier.

    I like the title. And the premise, but I’m a sucker for anything that involves faerie.

  3. Wow. I just have a *cold* and I could only manage 500 words last night.

    Can’t wait to see it!

  4. Stevie says:

    Do I detect a passing homage to Roger Zelazny in the title?

    Really, really pleased you are writing!

  5. Cora says:

    Congratulations on getting back to writing new fiction.

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