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Red rain pouring down
May. 8th, 2006 12:31 amPrayers
Words today: 1,518 (but some of that was rewriting existing snippets and putting them together)
Words total: 13,316
Reason for stopping: end of chapter
Sustenance: Spinach and tomatoes sauteed with garlic, and the Baklava That Will Not Die(tm). When alien archaeologists unearth the buried ruins of my pantry, they will find half a tray of baklava, and it will still be good.
Tyop: n/a
Darling: Rain of Blood!
Mean things: Ruining their clothes with Rain of Blood! (There could have been some stupid post-coital angst, but that would pale compared to Rain of Blood. There'll be time enough for angst later.)
Deaths: None. Unless the Rain of Blood! was caused by, say...
...vast living things in the sky, as there are vast living things in the oceans-- Or some one especial thing: an especial time; an especial place. A thing the size of the Brooklyn Bridge. It's alive in outer space--something the size of Central Park kills it-- It drips.*
Everything is better with raining blood. And the unwary reader will mistake it for plot.
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* Charles Fort - The Book of the Damned
Words today: 1,518 (but some of that was rewriting existing snippets and putting them together)
Words total: 13,316
Reason for stopping: end of chapter
Sustenance: Spinach and tomatoes sauteed with garlic, and the Baklava That Will Not Die(tm). When alien archaeologists unearth the buried ruins of my pantry, they will find half a tray of baklava, and it will still be good.
Tyop: n/a
Darling: Rain of Blood!
Mean things: Ruining their clothes with Rain of Blood! (There could have been some stupid post-coital angst, but that would pale compared to Rain of Blood. There'll be time enough for angst later.)
Deaths: None. Unless the Rain of Blood! was caused by, say...
...vast living things in the sky, as there are vast living things in the oceans-- Or some one especial thing: an especial time; an especial place. A thing the size of the Brooklyn Bridge. It's alive in outer space--something the size of Central Park kills it-- It drips.*
Everything is better with raining blood. And the unwary reader will mistake it for plot.
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* Charles Fort - The Book of the Damned
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