The splinter in my fingertips

I pull at it so gently, my fingers are soft as a butterflies' kiss. I hold it beneath my chin, rocking it's fragile body, cradling my gentle child. I pluck it and swoon with an echoed shudder. High now, we sway and shake and the song ends as I return to myself. Its' body is gently nestled in my soft curls against my throat. I release it and drag the bow across the strings one last time. One last time.

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My beloved, Miss Darcy, has requested that I begin to blog-post to geekgirlsftw.blogspot.com. So I shall be starting that fairly soon. From what I surmise she wishes me to delve deeper into what it's like to be a female in the "geek" world. I'm not entirely sure as to where I will fit into this assemblage, seeing as they already have a female who writes & reads slash fanfiction. Perhaps, I shall divulge upon my many cultured experiences within role playing. We'll see.

As for my female protagonist. She has quite the conundrum, something that would even perplex The Doctor.

Writing, It's only a matter of time

Moving.
Moving all the time. Quickly now, like fluttering fingers over the keys of a piano, our feet pitter and patter against the cobblestones. The rain is heavy against my upturned lapel. My head feels turned in on itself, sharp and piercing through the rough noise of London.
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I haven't written anything of my own creation for quite some time now. This is mainly due to a lightning storm that completely wiped two of my hardrives and left me absolute despodent. I still have the two computers carcass', I suppose I still cling to the effigy that it might ressurect my manuscript one day.

One day, I'll re-write it. One day.

In the meantime, I've been writing, via long hand, out a bit of a novella. It's based around my first female protagonist.