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Some of my books have poets. Dreams had Rilke, Prayers has Eliot, the FishSex book likely has Millay.

The Prague book is developing a fondness for Celan.

I could gnaw my wrists open right now and save it some trouble.

Further down the spiral

The Prague Book
Words today: 629
Words total: 7633
Reason for stopping: tired, lazy, and fluorescents are sapping my brain
Darling: Long-haired faux fur, bright pink, nothing that ever came from a real animal, but maybe someone skinned a muppet. It's awful and loud and eye-scarring, and Bianca covets it as soon as her fingers sink into the plush softness. (Yeah, I shamelessly swiped that skinning-a-muppet line. I can't help it, it's perfect.)
Tyop: Her hand witches toward her camera.
Character quirks: Christian is not a Christian. He's a Sascha. As soon as I figured that our, he started talking to me. Of course, this means he's another freakin' Alex. Yeah.

The quest for the perfect title continues. Now I'm messing around with spirals, since Prague is the City of Spires.

I can already tell what a joy this book will be. It's demanding that I cast Marc Warren as a snarky ex-pat, but refuses to suggest what purpose such a character might serve in the narrative. And it tells me my antagette's name is Lucia, but not anything else about her.

Also, I have the all-singing, all-dancing Golems of Prague. Yeah. They need top hats and spangly hot pants.

And since everyone else is doing it, the "How I write a novel" meme:

*Computer (I can write notes and scene fragments on paper, but not deathless prose.)
*Steal a plot
*Audition characters to stick in stolen plot
*Setting
*Title (This may take a while, but I have to have at least a placeholder that isn't "Untitled")
*Write
*Natter to everyone around me
*Hit 15k
*Get stuck
*Curse and cry to everyone around me
*Hit book with stick
*Still stuck
*Bookhate
*Self-loathing

Rinse and repeat.