And the wind will blow and throw your walls aside

Today I'm wearing The Garden, The Moon, The Wall , and its namesake story is putting out. Garden is the sequel to Dogtown, and is the story half my readers wanted Dogtown to be--Sephie dealing with her shit. Like being stalked by her dead ex, and needing to eat roadkill every so often. And realizing she's gay. It's hard being a ghoul in this crazy modern world.

I think this is the story where I get to use this pic. I hope so.

(does that wreck your friends' pages?)

Prayers is still in the fits and spurts beginning stage, so it's nice to get some sort of words.

I creep around because I need attention

If I work on enough short stories, the novel will eventually get jealous.

"The Garden, The Moon, The Wall"
Words today: 1008
Words total: 1377
Reason for stopping: quota, and leaving work soon
Tyop: n/a
Darling: Even cold and clotted, blood tastes better than eyes.
Mean things: made Sephie eat a dead dog
Deaths: the dog, but he was already dead
Exercise: book mining
Mail: contracts & check from SH

I blog metrics early because after work I take my happy fishsex monies and go buy a desk. A computer desk. Made for a computer. If I decide to live really dangerously, I may buy a hutch, too.