My feeling for you, boy, is decaying in front of me

Prayers to Broken Stone
Words today: 1328
Words total: 4592
Reason for stopping: brain dead
Tyop du jour: reich tobacco smoke
Darling du jour: Stay, his mistress told him before she left. Guard. And he stayed, and he watched, but her hall remained dark and empty and she never came for him.
Mean things: I made a doggy sad. Truly I am a horrible person. :(
Words Word don't know: It said it didn't know ingenue, but it turns out it wants me to use the accent on the e. I can't really complain about proper use of diacriticals.
Exercise: weights

Still have no tension. Maybe I can replace it with the characters' erotic awareness of each other. :P Maybe some pulsing or throbbing or tingling...

I'm thinking about my doorbell, when you gonna ring it?

Start-your-day rejection from SH--nolove for Ebb.

Alas, my fishgirls. I loff them so. Why does no one else loff them too?! Loff my fishies!

*ahem*

I need more short stories. More fish stories. Wish I had a plot to go with Waiting for the Frog...

Once more into the breach...

I guess I can send Ebb to RoF...

Does anyone have any experience with Story House?

All along it was the ocean's song that called me down to listen to her

I've been mugged again.

Today I got 500+ words on "Flotsam", my next sappy fish story. It also doubles as a Waiting For the Frog story. Huzzah! Sadly, it has the misfortune of being set in Connemara, near Roundstone Bog. Or, as the story would say, I have the misfortune of not being in Ireland to write it. Pesky thing.

I had a glass of wine with dinner, and now I am sleepy like a sleepy thing.