To keep myself honest, I’ve decided that every day I will post the first and last sentence of whatever I’ve written that day, along with the wordcount. I’m finding it too easy to get distracted by work and other bright, shiny things.

So, starting with today. I’ve begun a new science-fiction short called, The Bride Replete
First:

When the matriarch announced that she was sending Pimi’s family across the ocean to settle in Repp-Virja, Pimi thought it the end of her life.

Last:

The captain lowered a special winch to bring Jirir on board as it was impossible for him to navigate the narrow plank spanning the gap between the dock and the boat.

225 words–wow. I felt more productive than that. Clearly, this guilt thing is going to be a good motivator.

I was lying on the floor assisting Thor during a big shot. I heard Jonathan shout, “Head, Mary, head!” I could not figure out how my head could possibly be in the frame, since I was lying on the floor, when a cart slammed into the top of my head. Ow. I’ve got a lovely goose egg right at my hairline, but am otherwise fine. Fortunately I seem to do my best work with a mild concussion. (I’m kidding, Mom. Don’t worry.)