Ooooh Baby!

Got my little netbook. I looooove it. It's so sleek and pretty and shiny and all mine! ALL MINE!! OOooh yeeessss. Preeecccciiooouuuuusssss! I can't stop running my fingers over it. Caressing it. Talking to it. It's soooooo lovely.

Still wading through the first pass. Daaaunting. Not loving it. It feels like work during this part of the process. It'll feel fun again when I start adding scenes.

I thought I'd share the first few lines of A Sudden Frost. It's not carved in stone yet, but this is what I have so far, and I like it:

I was somewhere I shouldn’t have been when I heard about the dead girl. At that point she was only missing, but soon enough she’d be dead. I didn’t know that to be true then. But a terrible, creeping dread had moved over me and I knew that her death was the most likely outcome.