It Just Keeps Growing

For the past week I’ve enjoyed a wide-eyed ride into writ­ing adven­ture, even though the end of the year 2014 and the begin­ning of 2015 were shit­ty as shit­ty could be. There, I said it.

First, one of our dogs was hit by a car. He was lucky to sur­vive in full set, but we still had a lot of stress since Decem­ber 29th.

This guy, a riesenschnauzer (giant schnauzer), named Perseus (Demari Veris Persey Perfect).
This guy, a riesen­schnau­zer (giant schnau­zer), named Perseus (Demari Veris Persey Per­fect).

He was hit direct­ly by a mov­ing vehi­cle, thrown over it, but some­how man­aged to avoid the sad fate. He’s pret­ty badass, if you ask me. All he got was a limp rear leg, now per­fect­ly fine. I’m not sure about that car, how­ev­er…

Sec­ond, my mom has heart issues.

I’m per­ma­nent­ly in a state when I want to throw my phone out of the win­dow before some­one calls me with some bad news, to dis­cuss recent events and fuel the fear, or just to make me feel guilty or use­less. Rel­a­tives, don’t you love them.

It is so suf­fo­cat­ing that my mind wan­ders into weird places, think­ing stuff like, “Fun sexy sto­ries? I shouldn’t be writ­ing this shit. I should be some­thing I am not/cannot be.”

*Shows fin­ger. Two fin­gers.*

Third, I’m a mess. My sto­ry is a mess. A beau­ti­ful mess, but a mess nonethe­less.

There’s some­thing about those sto­ries that are sup­posed to be the end of a series. Oh it will be the end. I wrote the end­ing, oh I did!

I also sort­ed out the chap­ters — yes, that small sto­ry has chap­ters, 24 of them (rang­ing from 300 to 7000 words in length). It also told from the POVs of 3 peo­ple. (Ok, those are 3 sto­ries braid­ed into one, with addi­tion­al fan­cy feats. Don’t ask me, it just hap­pened.)

It start­ed out as 20k goal, then expand­ed to 22, then to 30, now 35!
I just keeps get­ting big­ger and big­ger (and hot­ter, in places… Phew!)
Ok, I’ll keep it under 40K, I’m sure about it. It wasn’t sup­posed to be so huge.

The good news? I made new cov­ers for my sexy sto­ries. I shall make a cov­er for my full col­lec­tion once I have a spare $33 (plus fuck­ing tax!) to buy a pho­to for the cov­er image. 🙂

Feast your eyes upon this new cre­ation.


Jeno Marz
JENO MARZ is a science fiction writer from Latvia, Northern Europe, with background in electronics engineering and computer science. She is the author of two serial novels, Falaha’s Journey: A Spacegirl’s Account in Three Movements and Falaha’s Journey into Pleasure. Marz is current at work on a new SF trilogy. All her fiction is aimed at an adult audience.


  1. So sor­ry to hear about your dog get­ting hit. We had a black shep­herd killed by a car once. It was awful.
    Also sor­ry to hear about your mom. Hope she gets bet­ter. And fuck the rel­a­tives. Some peo­ple deal with stress by chew­ing on the nerves of oth­ers. They’re not your respon­si­bil­i­ty.

    I like the cov­ers! I gen­er­al­ly love sim­ple, effec­tive cov­ers. 🙂

    1. Oops! Some­how your com­ment end­ed up in the Spam Dept. Stu­pid plu­g­ins.

      Dogs and cars don’t fit togeth­er unless dogs are dri­ving. LOL

      Mom’s bet­ter, but once you get old­er, the shit’s unpre­dictable. I was able to climb out of the guilt pit, so I’m back on track, work­ing.

      The cov­ers, eh. I still want a pret­ty pic­ture. 😀

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