Sunday Sharing Post - Wooo!

[seren_ccd]

Hi everyone! How is November treating you so far? I'm NOT enjoying the time change. It's now dark when I leave the office at 4.50pm. Not. Cool.

How is the writing going? I've done fairly well this week until today. I think I'm just tired, but I'm going to try to get something written. In any case, here's a little snippet that I've been trying to work on.


"I can hear...ghosts," Nora said, feeling a mix of relief at saying the words out loud and sheer panic that she said the words out loud.

"Yep," Ellie said looking very sympathetic. "I know, it's weird and a shock, but it's true. You did it all those years ago and you're still doing it now."

"I thought it was tinnitus," Nora said taking a seat. She frowned. "Wait, I've only ever heard them, not actually seen them. What's with him, then?"

They all looked at Alec who looked back at them before raising his hands. "I certainly don't know, so don't ask me."


What have you all been up to? Feel free to share or ask a question or anything! Happy Sunday! ♥

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[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

... OK as someone who has tinnitus & has likely heard & seen ghosts, I'm just side-eyeing you more than a little bit LOL

Otay so snippetness! This is the very beginning of what I've got, so probably the part most likely to vanish in the coming days. We shall see LOL Oh, and I'm sitting at just under 8400, so technically on track from yestarday but dealing with a nasty headache and lack of energy so there's a chance I may fall behind today. Trying to get SOMETHING written at least.

My name wasn’t Louisa.

I resisted the urge to toss aside the Tarot cards I’d drawn, which had graced me with no more information than that I already knew the answer I sought. My daily rune added insult to injury: my sodalite set dropping the wyrd into my lap, the ultimate ‘there are too many choices to see a clear future’ symbol. With a sigh, I slipped the stone back in its velvet bag with the others, then reshuffled the cards back into the deck and wrapped them up in the slip of raw silk I’d scavenged from Grandma Rosemary’s fabric hoard. Both cards and stones were tucked away in a drawer of the antique vanity that served as my formal altar.

It wasn’t the only surface in my bedroom festooned with crystals and sprigs of herbs and feathers gathered out on our family rambles across the property. Near every bit of furniture and half of the walls were adorned with their own bits of witchery, from carefully knotted ribbons trailing from the corners of each window to the broom propped above the lintel of the door to the green glass witch ball that hung above my bed, ready to capture any spirits that might threaten my dreams. I let myself stare about my room for a moment, letting those tangible glimpses of my spiritual self ground me in the here and now, easing some of the depression that always rose when I forced myself to release an ill-fitting name.

I’d had such hopes for Louisa, that it would settle over me like a second skin, draping me in that identity I’d been seeking for almost eighteen years. Indeed, I’d lasted longer answering to Louisa than I had any other name to date; I’d worn that name a solid seven months, more than two seasons from spring to summer and now into fall.

I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d wear it for the rest of my life. Instead, it would go the way of all the others I’d tried on only to discard in time: just slips of paper folded up and consigned to a flame one after the other.