Although I'm sure that anyone who cares already has
daegaer friended, I feel it my duty to let you all know that she has Chapters Forty-Nine and Fifty of Mars Assassins (Bleed Into One) up, and they are as full of personality conflicts, cliffhangeryness and sweet, sweet cuddling as a story could possibly be.
For those few of you not familiar with it, she's been writing this since November of 2004 - you should find Chapter One, here - and I think you really shouldn't try to read it too quickly or you might start going 'But they've been in the desert for a year!' (Chapter Thirty-One, posted June 6 of '05, they're already in the ruined city in the desert.) Pace yourself - it should be read in installments, as it was posted. :) I think it's vital that Crawford's brother, Micah, gets to take his time trying to drive wedges between Crawford and his friends. And I am so never going to be able to write suchhot sweet cuddling.
I was going to go to the library to see if I can get the book club book for this month ("The Glass Castle" by... Jennifer Walls. How can I remember that?), but it's raining. I started to say pouring, but not really, it's just... well, it's in earnest, and it's not letting up. Hm. Well. I guess I could take my uniform shirt and socks wrapped in plastic in my knapsack, and wear the pants I have at work if I get too terribly wet.
For those few of you not familiar with it, she's been writing this since November of 2004 - you should find Chapter One, here - and I think you really shouldn't try to read it too quickly or you might start going 'But they've been in the desert for a year!' (Chapter Thirty-One, posted June 6 of '05, they're already in the ruined city in the desert.) Pace yourself - it should be read in installments, as it was posted. :) I think it's vital that Crawford's brother, Micah, gets to take his time trying to drive wedges between Crawford and his friends. And I am so never going to be able to write such
I was going to go to the library to see if I can get the book club book for this month ("The Glass Castle" by... Jennifer Walls. How can I remember that?), but it's raining. I started to say pouring, but not really, it's just... well, it's in earnest, and it's not letting up. Hm. Well. I guess I could take my uniform shirt and socks wrapped in plastic in my knapsack, and wear the pants I have at work if I get too terribly wet.