Update

Exercise -- 20 minutes of dancing. (New Order-Confusion Pump Panel reconstruction, Das Ich-Uterus, and Shriekback-Accretions) That's high-impact goth dancing; I broke a sweat and got a stitch in my side. Weights yesterday, 3000 lbs.

Words -- 500-something on Dreams. Yet another scene where the prose is tolerable, but I realize half-way through that Liz is totally not paying attention to anything I'm writing. Bitch. I'll try to cosset and coddle her and get her to talk again tomorrow.

Also, 233 words on the side with Isyllt, who popped up with a scene. It's the start of a book. Thankfully, I don't know where it goes yet. I want to turn the Isyllt book into the elf book, but I'm trying to make it work. Maybe I will just write it with pointy-eared people and see if readers squick.

The evil that lives in my brain

It's been a long time since I had too many books to write.

Stupid Isyllt. Yesterday she gave me a scene, a beginningey sort of thing. A forensic necromancer getting called in to investigate a murder, but I didn't know who the murderee was or why she was dead. Isyllt also wanted to know why she was getting called in, when the murder should have been in the jurisdiction of the city police. Today we figured that out. Now I have a queen's tomb looted, and a girl who came into contact with the stolen goods dead in an alley. And the death points to vampires (who live in the sewers, thanks to everyonesakitty--sadly I never got to read about her vampires). Isyllt is a little too perky about the idea of crawling into the catacombs to talk to vampires. Bitch. She's also angling for 1st person, I think, but I tell her not to push her luck.

And this is edging more toward noir than steam punk, I think. Sort of high fantasy Casablanca.

Argh. But I will be good. I will work on Dreams tonight, and poke Liz with sticks until she starts talking in this scene.

Update

Words: 1075 on Dreams, 639 on the maybe-start of Isyllt's book.
Stimulants: Chai spice coffee
Assistance: Psycho being a much-needed lap warmer
No darlings today, alas.
Exercise: weights, 3000 lbs