A really real update this time

Progress reports for yesterday and today:

TDC
Words yesterday: 816
Words total: 33,289

"Aconite & Rue"
Words today: 753
Words total: 4190
Reason for stopping: bedtime
Sustenance: chai
Exercise: weights and dancing
Darling: "Take my coat," he mumbled. / "What?" / "My coat, take it. You won't survive her touch without it. And I don't want to throw up all over it."
Tyop: n/a
Mean things: Angst and tragic smooching. Poisoning. Vomit.
Valuable lessons learned: #1--don't underestimate a witch, even when she's kissing you. Or maybe especially when kissing. #2--If you poison someone in your own house, you'll be cleaning up a lot of vomit later.

I am filled with a great fondness for Elle and Auberon. Only the second date, and already there's poison involved. Maybe they can show up in the fae book that I am certainly not thinking about but may be called Underground. It needs a zillion pounds of worldbuilding before anything can happen.

I think I'll go watch some videos now...

The author at work

My stories seem hellbent to make me suffer, lately.

( A conversation in one act )

I cannot win here. Not at all.

Progress

"Aconite & Rue"
Words today: 1334
Words total: 5210 (no end in sight)
Reason for stopping: post-smut lethargy
Sustenance: peanut butter sandwich
Darling: too long to post
Tyop: "What has she down with my sister?"
Mean things: Elle--angst and tragic smut. Auberon--still poisoned (and still kind of a twit). Me--Elle and her freakin' TMI! Do not talk to me about your fluids!

I went back and turned the smooching into smut. I'm actually a bit disturbed by this scene, so I hope that's a good sign. The trick on the revision pass will be making the smut believable and/or understandable, since right now it's a bit rushed. There is no love at first sight here, but a nasty mix of lust and limerence and loneliness with a dash of cold-blooded pragmatism. Elle deserves an award for ruthlessness in service of plot.

(For the record, I am nowhere near sick of Bowie yet.)