Sisyphus, 1: Novel, infinity

Words tonight: 1004
Words total: 13951
Reason for stopping: end of smut--err, scene
Sustenance: tazo chai
Exercise: gothercise, crunches
Tyop: n/a
Darling: Shadows pooled in the hollow of his chest, in the valleys between his ribs. Mmm...creepy skinny boys.

Chapter 4 is done, with smut. Following the Path of Sue, Isyllt endeavors to get as many boys as possible into bed in a short span of time. The chapter could stand a bit more plot, but I'll figure that out as I go.

Callooh! Callay!

Belatedly, I followed the advice of the wise and beautimous stillnotbored and scanned some necklaces. Oh, the clarity, oh the color, oh the detail! Scanjet rocks my world.

I'll scan more when I get home, and hopefully magpiemind.net will be up and running soon. Since I'm trying to sell stuff at Wiscon, it'll be nice to have a site to direct people to.

It's smut all the way down

Words tonight: 1082
Words total: 15044
Reason for stopping: end of scene (and what the heck happens next?)
Tyop: n/a
Darling: Her perfume crawled into his nose, cinnamon and orange and bitter almonds, sweet and burning. Why, yes, that is BPAL's Inferno my antagette is wearing.

Different characters, more smut. They all seem determined to have emotionally unhealthy sex. Since the alternative is sitting around moping over their broken relationships, I find myself pushing them into bed. I really need to find the plot now. Two antags have shown up, but the third is hiding somewhere. He thinks he's being the mastermind behind the scenes, but really he's just lazy. Or maybe he's waiting till I figure out his name. I have vampire intrigue and sorcerer intrigue--I need to bring in the palace intrigue.