One Last Petal

Hello all!  First of all, I'd like to apologize for my unannounced hiatus. Life suddenly got very busy, and instead of trying to fit in a few scattered posts, I opted to just take the summer off and enjoy the adventures. (Hint: they involved princes, fancy dresses, friends, cuddly things, and even a trip across an ocean!) I'll fill you in more about that all later, but for now, we need to address that most important events that is already breathing down our necks: NaNoWriMo.  If you don't know what that is, go check it out  here . Basically, it's a world-wide challenge to write 50,000 words in the month of November. It's all about getting your  story out, without fear or inhibitions. I encourage you to try. Even if you only get 5000 words or 5, it's still a start. And I believe in you.  This year's theme is Space, and as soon as I saw that I got a brilliant idea: Why not write a space-themed story? I've been playing around with my usual cast of cha...

So, I've got nothing wonderful and prolific for you today. I nearly forgot about posting today in the craziness that has been life lately. Instead, you get a random brain sketch of some character interactions. Sorry for the lack of descriptions, it just sorta came to me and I enjoy watching the Colt and Topside together, so I thought I'd actually write this one down, but of course, I lost most of the dialogue as soon as I started typing. “Let’s roll!” Topside barely heard the Colt’s call as he considered the weasel of a man before him. How he had the audacity to say such things... “Yeah, I thought you couldn’t take it,” the man sneered. “Any time, any place,” Topside retorted, his muscles tensing for a fight. “I said - let’s go.” The Colt appeared beside him, acting as though the other man wasn’t even there. “Aww look, you got your mom to come rescue you, isn’t that nice?” the man taunted. Topside tried to step past the Colt to take a swing at the man, but she s...