Now I'm feeling omnified

Argh.

The book really wants to be omni. Really really. So I'm going to let it. Bastard. Also, my narrator is a cheating bastard too.

So I started over. Better at 11k than 50, I guess.

Words tonight: 1499
Reason for stopping: scene, and brain death
Sustenance: Earl Grey
Tyop: The builders thought to make the room cheeky...
Darling: Her companion was a creature of sun and sky, of hot wind that wore stone to sand, but the gargoyles had learned a wary respect for her over the years.

Argh. *kicks book repeatedly*

Take back the night

Read this.