2006-10-04

stillsostrange: (Muse)
2006-10-04 12:18 am

We sail tonight for Singapore

The Drowning City

Words today: 718
Words total: 33,770
Reason for stopping: ded
Sustenance: tomato basil soup
Exercise: weights
Mean things: Burned down a warehouse; Zhirin's running around barefoot and I'm sure the ground is littered with sharp things.

Where is my momentum, anyway?

Instead I leave you with a meme.

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stillsostrange: (Tom Waits)
2006-10-04 11:57 am

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If paranormal romances are to be believed, Scotland's population is largely comprised of hot immortal/time-travelling/vampire/werewolf/whatever guys who run around having lots of sex and saving the world. Or something. (They never seem to come in the [livejournal.com profile] halduncan variety.)

There needs to be a Highlander's Bad Touch novel written in the style of Irvine Welsh.

Someone write that for me.
stillsostrange: (Agony)
2006-10-04 10:12 pm

She must be mad to go on enduring the unexquiste agony of writing when it all turns out drivel.

"Aconite & Rue"
Words today: 135
Words total: 5098

"Night Mirror" (And I can tell that title doesn't want to stick)
Words today: 332
Words total: 632

So far I have a murdered artist, her exhibit, a mage with a mid-life crisis, and lousy global warming weather. And a lot of David Bowie songs. Someone build me a plot.

And I am suffering from a bad case of unexquisite agony. I have not had a story come out with the right number of heads and limbs since January. (Except for Garden, which was the least a dog's breakfast of the lot.) I think it's time to spend a few days making jewelry or drawing or something.