I get closer beat by beat

The Drowning City

Words tonight: 1171
Words total: 38,172
Sustenance: coffee and doughnuts
Assistance: Fafnir needs love, and to critique my artwork.
Exercise: I am going to gothercize in a bit, I promise.
Tyop: ski pale as a snake's belly-scales and this wasn't write
Darling: This was not the kind of death one should celebrate, even if it was necessary.
Mean things: Oh, lord, where do I start...? Death, mayhem, getting dumped, possession, dubious-consent smut. And that's nothing to what's going to happen to poor Xin in the next chapter.

Forgive me readers, for I have sinned. I let characters have awkward and muddy outdoor sex without undermining those horrid genre conventions.

But she's totally getting a UTI now.

At least Miss Isyllt-Sue swears she will never get it on anywhere mud is involved. She is a wise woman. I think her fish-monster scratches are going to get infected anyway, though. It sucks to be a character.

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Because I love you and want you to be happy, and also disturbed...

Best. Video. Ever. .

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Thanks to syntheticvoodoo, the first thing I saw when I got up this morning was http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kRa3BU5bl-s

Now I'm all twitchy, and nearly overcome by the urge to run around stomping things in my (non-carnivorous) stompy boots. If I could just figure out how to play music on our PA system...