The necrophagia makes it dirtier

I wasn't going to post metrics, but I was told to blog some chat convo, so...

Prayers to Broken Stone (This thing jumped me like a Canadian Super-Ape on crack yesterday)
Words today: 1412
Words total: 9336
Sustenance: chocolate chip muffins
Reason for stopping: end of chapter
Tyop: I kept misspelling anticuchos de corazon. Mmm, heart kebab. For this book I may need a new category--Recipes Adrian uses to cook gravemeat.
Darling: Were he to weigh this heart against a feather, it would likely balance. Instead he slices it and soaks it in a marinade of wine and spices.
Mean things: angst and exposition
Deaths: a redshirt

And some hand-basket weaving in chat today:
sosostris2012: If this book stalls on me again, I'm fucking off to a nunnery.
cristalia: You're not allowed to write at nunneries?
sosostris2012 : I'll busy myself with devotions and muffin-baking
tanaise: You're only allowed to write uplifiting things.
tanaise: and possibly crucifixion fan-fic.
sosostris2012: possibly hairshirts, if the urge gets too strong
sosostris2012: I'm a Jesus/Judas shipper, myself
sosostris2012: oh god
sosostris2012: now I have to make an icon
tanaise: oh, that's so wrong, your only chance of not going to hell is joining a nunnery.
sosostris2012: *facepalm*
sosostris2012: I need a Willem Dafoe/Harvey Keitel OTP icon.
sosostris2012: remind me to do that tomorrow.
matociquala: You and Kit Marlowe
matociquala: Actually, he was a Jesus/John the Baptist shipper, IIRC