Sometimes that means killing a whole lot of people

Saw Sin City again. It's official. I'm in love with Clive Owen, silly American accent and all. (This time I was struck by the slight fuck up of one shot, where they fail to cover up the fact that Mickey Rourke is not much taller than Jaime King.)

This movie is high on Amanda's list of painful romantic movies. Others on the list include: Hannibal, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Casablanca, and The Crow.

862 words on another draft of the hard-boiled fae snake charmer story. This version with 100% more plot.

Who, me, a fangirl?

When one has photoshop, gis, and too much free time, one produces...

Sin City mood icons.

Yeah, fear me.

More to come, when I'm not so tired and more screenshots are available.

Stuck at work

Bored now. Dance, monkeys!

Or, if you're not feeling dancey, find my straying subplots for Prayers.

Rubber tubing, razor wire, Gladys

The novel unstalled today. We'll see how long this lasts.

Words today: 1446
Words total: 11,012 -- Over the 10k wall!

11,012 / 90,000 (12.0%)

Reason for stopping: End of scene

I think that introduces all the important characters, unless someone else sneaks up on me. Now I just turn them loose and watch them invent plot. I hope.