State of the Lyn... sick, sick, sick

(Sick - first thing that came to mind when I typed that - Yay, Paypal/Smashwords reversed their censorship, now I can go back to selling dubcon incest with people with animal bits!)

That aside!!! I have been sick since probably-Saturday definitely-Monday and am just worn. the heck. out. I have done almost no writing at all - just enough to start working on the next book of Addergoole, and something like 100 words of Porter. I'm drooping.

I have THINGS to blog about in terms of house; I'll try to get up the energy later today. But Not Dead Yet, at least.

Siren Song, a half-story of #Addergoole Yr9 for the February Giraffe Call (@inventrix)

To Friendly Anon's commissioned prompt and @Inventrix's request, the first half of a continuation of Porter Needs a Girlfriend (LJ).

Other than 4500 words on Addergoole-proper, this is all I've written in days. It feels weird. O_O Yeah. I've been THAT sick.


It wasn't that Porter minded his friends' "help" in getting him a girlfriend. After all, he knew that he'd need to get a girlfriend, or at least someone cooperative in baby-making, sometime in his four years at Addergoole. Possibly twice, even.

It was just that they - although he suspected Timora, from the amused, wicked looks she was giving him - kept picking such imposing girls, girls that didn't seem to smile much, girls that, in some cases, didn't really seem to even like guys.

He was pretty sure that Timora was trying to mess with his head, he just didn't know why.
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