Well, I survived my first week back at work and am currently enjoying a very lazy, snowy weekend. I haven’t written a damn thing since last weekend because I got sucked into reading Broken as I was working on my Wayback Wednesday post, and so I’ve spent the past few days living in 2003. I haven’t attempted to read Broken or its sequel since I wrote Curtain Call because I thought I would be disappointed, but you know what? At the risk of sounding arrogant, I am super proud of the eighteen-year-old who wrote that story! It is delightfully dated and cringe-worthy in a few parts, but overall, it still holds up. Next I’m gonna try to make it through By My Side, which I’ve never actually read beyond proofreading chapters before I posted them. I’ll be blogging about that one in a couple weeks!
In the meantime, I finished Part IV of The Year Without a Pandaskunk last weekend, so I’m posting that tonight. Hopefully I’ll finish Part V by next weekend so I can update again then. Because I am a stickler for details even in a stupid fantasy story like this, I googled photos and watched several videos of pandas giving birth to write the first scene of this chapter. Spoiler alert: Newborn pandas look nothing like pandas and are not particularly cute. Newborn skunks, on the other hand, are adorable!
You’re welcome.