THIS IS HOW IT IS:
I’m a scattered mess a lot of the time. I have too many interested & responsibilities that I juggle poorly. More like a dog who is running from window to window overwhelmed by the squirrels and sparrows and turkeys with no ability to stay focused on just one thing for any proper length of time. 452 more words
This is an extract from chapter three of my WIP, Boy in the Sky, second draft.
It’s a story about lots of things. One guy falls for another, and over time realises that there is something not quite right about: how often his eyes scan upwards at the night sky, how little he sleeps, and how unable he is to commit to a job, to interpersonal relationships, to anything outside of the one thing that he’s focused on. 980 more words
The other girls had cornered Siobhra outside the hall, where Nonna had sent her to gather flowers for the May boughs. Iowan’s friends had surrounded her, saying she was picking the wrong flowers, that the bough would be ruined and it wouldn’t work, that all the adults would be mad and she’d be left outside all night on Bealtaine. 2,876 more words