PicoWriMo

Thanks for posting because I actually wrote something and I want to go to bed.

I have completely lacked the will to write or even just post lately due to winter depression and stress, but today I managed about 530 words at work instead of doing something for a very annoying person who has been adding to my stress levels.



An excerpt (more about the sort-of revolution):

Avon frowned. "What do they hope to achieve?"

Tarrant shrugged. "Management takeover?"

"They found a high councillor outside shot in the back," Dayna said with relish. "In his underclothes."

Avon raised an eyebrow. "You mean he was shot in his underwear?"

"They didn't say."

I've caught up with reading here but I was so far behind I couldn't manage comments. I will try to do better but I can't promise I will.