I get closer beat by beat
Oct. 23rd, 2006 12:36 amThe 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.
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.