Updateorama

Words tonight:

Prayers: 106. Yeah, pathetic, ain't it?
The Mermaid story: 1026. At least someone puts out. On the cold deck of a fishing boat, no less.
Tyop: When his legs worded again...
Darling: "I am the sea. I'm always hungry. Whatever you give me, I'll take. I'll wear away at your foundations till you crumble."
Exercise: weights

She's not just any deep one, she's Dagon's daughter. Yeah.

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Anyone want an imp of Baron Samedi?

TaDa!

"Wrack" is finished, weighing in a dainty 3200 words. It is up on the 'shop now. (/pimp)

Now I have to reread the beginning of Prayers and figure out where to massage in the Scary Danger, and pry some continuity out of Moira-the-crazy-oracle.

Bovina the Hutt is gone! I found other suckers caring cat lovers to take her home. Now I only have four cats. I may have to give up my status of Crazy Cat Lady.