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Jan. 8th, 2007 10:26 amHappy birthday David Bowie! He is now the hottest 60-year-old on the planet.
Jan. 8th, 2007
Thud, and splat
Jan. 8th, 2007 05:16 pm4/90
TDC
Words today: 1020
Words total: 48,745
Reason for stopping: quota, and running out of nonsensical fragments to toss around
Tyop: a bend in the rode, and low clodes drifted over the river
Jury-rigging: Chapter 12 is still a complete dog's breakfast, but I realized that one pov thread had skipped ahead a day. If I trim that empty day, the rest of the characters don't have to twiddle their thumbs waiting to catch up.
Character quirks: I realized last night that Isyllt probably never takes off her ring. The one full of dead people. It's like the creepy necromancer's version of leaving your socks on during sex.
Chapter 13, at least, loves me and wants to me to be happy. It has zombies, and evile death-fog. And possibly some smut at the end. Not the emotionally fulfilling kind, but the "lie back and think of the Empire" kind. At this point, we're all taking what we can get.
Tonight, there will be salsa. I will drop helpless tomatoes into the food processor and listen to their tomatoey screams as they explode into a shower of red goo. Some maniacal cackling may be involved.
TDC
Words today: 1020
Words total: 48,745
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2,916 / 67,500 (4.3%) |
Reason for stopping: quota, and running out of nonsensical fragments to toss around
Tyop: a bend in the rode, and low clodes drifted over the river
Jury-rigging: Chapter 12 is still a complete dog's breakfast, but I realized that one pov thread had skipped ahead a day. If I trim that empty day, the rest of the characters don't have to twiddle their thumbs waiting to catch up.
Character quirks: I realized last night that Isyllt probably never takes off her ring. The one full of dead people. It's like the creepy necromancer's version of leaving your socks on during sex.
Chapter 13, at least, loves me and wants to me to be happy. It has zombies, and evile death-fog. And possibly some smut at the end. Not the emotionally fulfilling kind, but the "lie back and think of the Empire" kind. At this point, we're all taking what we can get.
Tonight, there will be salsa. I will drop helpless tomatoes into the food processor and listen to their tomatoey screams as they explode into a shower of red goo. Some maniacal cackling may be involved.
Artlog: In the Gardens of Shadukiam (WiP)
Jan. 8th, 2007 10:15 pmI defeated the fire agate, and now have most of a shiny djinn necklace. The centerpiece is the first time I've managed to do a wire cage-wrap-amajig like that.
In other news, I had forgotten how much I adore Nightbreed. That movie proves that good prosthetics beat CG any day. Also that boys with growly voices and head-tentacles are hot.
In other news, I had forgotten how much I adore Nightbreed. That movie proves that good prosthetics beat CG any day. Also that boys with growly voices and head-tentacles are hot.
