The Mummy's Ankle

[stillsostrange]

Words today: 634
Words total: 5708
Reason for stopping: Where the hell is this scene going?
Sustenance: tacos and ice cream
Darling: He doesn't stir from his fetal cocoon until the light drips honey and marmalade in the west and long shadows drag their bellies across the ground. (What is this purple of which you speak?)

Also, I revised Ebb today. It may be the final revision since it goes to that place in 2 days, but I posted it to the shop anyway.

Exercise--only 5 minutes of gothercise today, thanks to the Ankle of Doom and Swollenness. But, the tummy and arms are looking noticeably better lately. Next stop, Chiba, where I'll get rewired and pick up some razors and mirror lenses. Then I'll find myself a technical boy and make my fortune.

Err... I wish. I want an ass like the fusilage of a war plane. I do have a technical boy already, though.

Now I'll go try to find my straying plot.

Comments

[ultharkitty.livejournal.com]

Now I have an image of you stnding at the door calling the plot in along with the cats. Actually, I might try that...

[stillsostrange.livejournal.com]

Eliot, Gibson...now I have a crush on you.