In which Our Heroine is virtupus, and thusly rewarded

The plague is dead! Long live the plague. All that's left now is the lingering crap in my lungs and sinuses that's trying to leave as fast as it can. So today I had my first coffee in over a week. It was a double. That noise is my head exploding.

Last night, the boy and I were having a tangental discussion about some of the world-building stuff in my mythosverse, and my virtue was tested in the form of another novel that's been accreting for a while standing up and doing a little sexy dance. (It's my scion-of-a-creepy-family book, the response to The Witching Hour and the Scarabae books, and I hope one day it will be very shiny.) And lo, I was sorely tempted to ditch Prayers and run off with this nameless other book for a tacky Vegas wedding. (The lack of a title is a sure sign its sexy dancing is all a tease.)

But I resisted.

And shortly thereafter, the motivations of my antag were unearthed, and the first third or so of Prayers obtained a shape, and goals. And there was much rejoicing.

So now I just need to go back and add the structure into the first 20k so I can see it.

This was meant to be a romance, structurally, but Holly is having none of that. So Cate and Adrian are living in a paranormal, and Holly is living in a spy thriller.

In other news, another 500 words on "Blue Valentine" yesterday (more expository dialogue!), bringing it to 4k, which I believe is critical mass for completion. I just have to go back and add, yanno, plot.

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The world conspires to take my money. elisem is having a sale. So is Night Shade Books . Also, shiny beads on eBay. I see ramen in my future by the end of the month.

When will they learn this loneliness?

Prayers
Three chapter edited today, and a chunk of chapter 4. It's doing that thing where I think Oh noes! Huge plot holes! Must fix! and then I add like two lines and the problem is solved. :P I'm trying not to fuss too much--that's what second and third and umpteenth drafts are for.

I'm also poking "Ebb" with the sharp stick of revision. The last set of crits have given me a complex about the beginning, when that was not the part I'd planned to tweak. Maybe I will just toss it at a market that will hold it for 6 months and try to forget it exists.

Exercise: 20 min gothercize and weights. Some lousy little bastards vandalized our pool, and I'd only been twice this year.

Mail: A nice rejection from an agent I thought I wasn't going to hear from. That leaves one partial still out. (Today is its four-month anniversary with that agent, in fact.) Also, shoes! I have Doc mary janes now, and can kick these scary tennis shoes into the back of the closet.

Other writey stuff: I stopped to think about all the books I have in my head that could probably be written with a little effort, and it's more than I realized. That's reassuring.
( A list for those who like lists )

So that's at least 12 years of work, if I can keep from giving myself an aneurism before then.

wicked_wish was talking about covers of "Cry Little Sister"... I found one by Blutengel. This is so goth, I think my hair is turning matte black just listening to it.