CM Simpson: Writer & Gamer

 Not so many words, yesterday - after3 days of high intensity writing, my brain decided it needed a break. What does that look like? I find it hard to focus - and I mean harder than usual, which is really something, and I feel like I'm struggling for every single word. I took a break, did a little more administration - and played a computer game in a session not destined for Youtube. I still put in a 9-hour day, but only 2 1/2 hours of that was wording - 2,700 words worth, which sounds fine, and doesn't reflect the scatteredness happening in my head. So, without more ado, here are yesterday's words: Mack 'n' Me #6 It’s ridiculous how competitive the wrong stim pack makes me. I wondered just how much tweaking Odyssey’s medical teams had been doing on my behalf…and how much Mack was going to charge them for using me as a guinea pig…again. The first of the guards who hadn’t been in the foyer of Security Central exited the stairwell, and I moved in. He came straigh

Day 3 went well, and I'm about to head into Day 4, so I'll just drop this here and run. Enjoy! Mack 'n' Me #6 The road wound past the Security Center, but I didn’t. As I got closer, I angled the bike at the front door, and let it go. It hit with a bang, throwing the door inward as I hit dirt and rolled. That would probably hurt later, but I figured I’d be in a tank by then and it wouldn’t matter. Right now, I needed to get over the Center’s outer wall and into its courtyard…or I could just waltz right in and take out every Exarch soldier in the front room. Well, that sounded like fun. The problem with stims is that I’ve done it by the time I’ve thought it, ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Another 365 Days of Flash Fiction “So we’re fast, are we?” the vampire asked, one hand in the middle of my chest as he pressed me into the wall and slid in close. I tucked my