No need for a drum roll. 660 for the day. (Hmmm…maybe I should try to fit six more words in there.) Finally got to the scene that started this whole process – a dream I had after watching ‘Queen of the Damned.’

As soon as she stepped beside him, preparing to continue on, he moved, a startling blur of motion. She gasped at the speed. One moment he stood, arms loosely at his side, grinning. The next he was turned toward her, one hand at his sunglasses, holding them down as he peered at her over the rims, his amusement still evident.


His eyes were hazel, as dusty brown as everything else about him. They were full of sardonic humor, grim sadness and something else.

That’s what started Born of Silence.

I’ve had a shower, prepping to go to work. Take my meds in about fifteen minutes. Reading Infinite Loop by Meghan O’Brien.

Hope I get to work on time. There’s supposed to be a huge anti war protest going on in downtown Portland today. I actually wish I didn’t have to work! LOL! I’d love to take a gander at it – last rumor said they were expecting thirty thousand. Whew! That’s a lot!

Have a great day, people! Happy writing!