Here musey musey musey...
current mood: chipper
current song: I Love It
So what do you know, my muse decided to come home after being absent for half a year. How convenient of her! It comes mere hours after coming to the realisation I've done ZERO grading for work which goes back on Monday. So really the muse was born of procrastination!
The fic that is getting the attention today is My Heart of Darkness which hasn't been updated IN A YEAR?!?!?!?! How embarrassing. I am the worst writer ever. No wonder I can't get my shit together! I'll be sending two chapters off to the beta in the next couple of days. I'm still unsure about what's happening with posting over on TFN, so I might just leave it at FFN for the moment.
Here's an excerpt from Ch17 of MHOD.
Barely a word had been spoken between them all as Luke clung to his slumber. Grief hung similarly on Mara as she rendered assistance wherever she could. The silence wore her down and she felt a wave of fear pass over her as Master Windu cast his eye over her.
The Jedi Master rarely approved of anything to do with her. Hours spent perfecting saber techniques had done nothing to please him, nor hours spent in meditation trying to right her wrongs. Her short leave of absence had proved ineffective and now, he could see right through her.
He could smell the fact that she was a murderer.
She tore her eyes away from the Jedi Master and stole a glance at another one. Her Master worked efficiently, directing others around them. His face looked tired and she had felt his relief through the Force once he realised that his son was going to be okay. She had felt something similar come from her own father.
She wondered what words she could possibly say to him to negate his devastating loss. She felt her own pain sharply, what would his be like? Would it manifest as a gaping hole in the Force where Padmè used to be? Her inability to feel the Force completely was a disservice. She poked and prodded the area around him as much as she could with her mind.