In nervous convulsions

Tonight was a proper gothercise at the Church. For the first time in ages I had a really good time. Both DJs played good sets, even songs that-- *gasp* --I had never heard there before. And a metric ass-load of Skinny Puppy. I danced for nearly three hours straight. My feet hurt.

While dancing my toes to bloody ruin, more pieces of the ghoul book fell into place. Its working title is A Handful of Dust. Because Eliot is the first place I go for titles. :) Of course, after I posted the opening scene to the workshop, I noticed the horrid infestation of word rep. How many times do I really need to say "rain"?

And now I drag my weary, sweaty, smoky self off the computer.