My story has teasers!

I am pleased. People in worldswithin were exceedingly helpful. So was mistressrenet. Now my story can be summed up as "In a future world where psionics is the norm, a group of telepaths discover the depths of their unique powers, and are plunged into a series of struggles that will decide the fate of all reality." A bit melodramatic, but it's hard to beat what some of the feedback has given.
I feel a little silly. Here I was trying to come up with an ideal summary, and a bunch of people I don't know all that well did it for me in a snap. But I really appreciate it.

In my mind, Dana just breathed a long sigh of relief. Hey, her life has meaning now. ;)

When I get home tonight, I'll be writing on with a renewed sense of purpose. I really like that. My confidence is back.

I think I'm going to be fine.

My story has teasers!

I am pleased. People in worldswithin were exceedingly helpful. So was mistressrenet. Now my story can be summed up as "In a future world where psionics is the norm, a group of telepaths discover the depths of their unique powers, and are plunged into a series of struggles that will decide the fate of all reality." A bit melodramatic, but it's hard to beat what some of the feedback has given.
I feel a little silly. Here I was trying to come up with an ideal summary, and a bunch of people I don't know all that well did it for me in a snap. But I really appreciate it.

In my mind, Dana just breathed a long sigh of relief. Hey, her life has meaning now. ;)

When I get home tonight, I'll be writing on with a renewed sense of purpose. I really like that. My confidence is back.

I think I'm going to be fine.

"Man, I feel like a woman..."

Yes, I was singing that under my breath as I walked the DC streets to the metro, because I just got my hair colored, trimmed and styled at a professional salon. It's my first real professional coloring. Damn, it feels good to be brunette again. They want me back in two weeks to add more dimension.
Why is my hair brown? Because Monday night at Charlotte's she and I dyed my hair what we thought was light reddish brown. But I forgot to tell her that my hair had been previously bleached blonde and dyed red a few months earlier. So the job came out bright, vivid strawberry blonde. A nice color, just not for me. So when I saw that the salon next door to work was having a massive hair-coloring discount, I went in after work was over and let the colorist, who spoke mostly Italian, help me pick out a nice ash brown. I decided to take Charlotte's advice to avoid red highlights, since it would be pointless. The guy sat me down, picked up a fat paintbrush, and painted my hair. It was almost black. It was nice. He rinsed with a kiwi-scented conditioner. Then he blow-dried it straight. Then he gave me a free bottle of awesome shampoo. My hair looks and feels fantastic. It's been trimmed to just below my shoulders and it's all bouncy.

Now I'm going to eat dinner. Adam will be home tomorrow. Which is good, because I missed the hell out of him. I got to spend the weekend happily reminding myself of everything I love about him and why I'm with him. I can't call him my fiance yet, though. But I like to think it sometimes.

My "children" are calling from the back of my creator mind. Dana is pouting because I'm no longer a redhead like her. I'll be red again eventually. I've just returned to my roots, literally. For now, at least. I know I'll miss the red too much. Dana was born from the redhead in me.

Oh! I just wrote an awesome, funny scene between Ian and Thomas. I'll post it later. I'm kind of hoping Tom's nose isn't actually broken -- but I'm sure that with all the telekinetic mojo between the two of them, he'll be fine. I was reading back over the chapters I'd written so far, and was getting a little worried that the book was just too trivial, not good enough, but that scene between the boys made me laugh. So I feel better. I love when characters make you happy.

"Man, I feel like a woman..."

Yes, I was singing that under my breath as I walked the DC streets to the metro, because I just got my hair colored, trimmed and styled at a professional salon. It's my first real professional coloring. Damn, it feels good to be brunette again. They want me back in two weeks to add more dimension.
Why is my hair brown? Because Monday night at Charlotte's she and I dyed my hair what we thought was light reddish brown. But I forgot to tell her that my hair had been previously bleached blonde and dyed red a few months earlier. So the job came out bright, vivid strawberry blonde. A nice color, just not for me. So when I saw that the salon next door to work was having a massive hair-coloring discount, I went in after work was over and let the colorist, who spoke mostly Italian, help me pick out a nice ash brown. I decided to take Charlotte's advice to avoid red highlights, since it would be pointless. The guy sat me down, picked up a fat paintbrush, and painted my hair. It was almost black. It was nice. He rinsed with a kiwi-scented conditioner. Then he blow-dried it straight. Then he gave me a free bottle of awesome shampoo. My hair looks and feels fantastic. It's been trimmed to just below my shoulders and it's all bouncy.

Now I'm going to eat dinner. Adam will be home tomorrow. Which is good, because I missed the hell out of him. I got to spend the weekend happily reminding myself of everything I love about him and why I'm with him. I can't call him my fiance yet, though. But I like to think it sometimes.

My "children" are calling from the back of my creator mind. Dana is pouting because I'm no longer a redhead like her. I'll be red again eventually. I've just returned to my roots, literally. For now, at least. I know I'll miss the red too much. Dana was born from the redhead in me.

Oh! I just wrote an awesome, funny scene between Ian and Thomas. I'll post it later. I'm kind of hoping Tom's nose isn't actually broken -- but I'm sure that with all the telekinetic mojo between the two of them, he'll be fine. I was reading back over the chapters I'd written so far, and was getting a little worried that the book was just too trivial, not good enough, but that scene between the boys made me laugh. So I feel better. I love when characters make you happy.