Defying Fortune

Eye Of The Tiger

((The Music))
Everyone needs their own theme song. While this isn't mine, I figured if I stole it from Rocky he wouldn't mind so much. Royalties and all. Survivor. Rocky.

'Nough said.

((The Life))
I actually wrote today.

Dying of shock? I know, me too.

I woke up this morning, realized I had entered a contest with a secret picture prompt, and decided to get it done. Belted out a four stanza Rictameter poem. While it is not Shakespeare, I think it's not so bad. If you're interested in reading: "Ever After" 

Then, surprise of all surprises, I wrote a lengthy addition that I reached deadline for about yesterday. The moderator of the campfire has been extremely nice at giving me time. Start up and down, the addition is pretty dark and slightly gory. Not to spoil the surprise if you run across it, but there's a heart in a purse. Kind of gruesome. Mercy has issues.

I feel good about all of this. Writing is not going too bad. While I'm not kidding myself that I'll get completely caught up, I'm surprised by all I have gotten accomplished. Right at this moment there is a feeling of being a hybrid between the e*Trade baby and Dean from Supernatural lip-syncing "Eye of the Tiger", only a girl.

I really don't know what to do with myself except to keep going.

So this is what being back on my feet feels like.

(BTW, I find this video as funny as all giddy-up, but every time Jensen Ackles steps on the frame of the window I cringe. I fawn over that piece of American muscle car - a classic black '67 Impala. Not the car, man. Not the car.)