Reasons to prefer urban fantasy, #491

That noodle shop my antags just walked into doesn't have plate glass windows. My intrepid heroes can't just stand on the sidewalk and watch what happens.

Flop

ETA:
The swampy Odin/ghost girl story, tentatively titled "Corpselight"
Words today: 300
Words total: 600
Darling: Sometimes Memory wonders if the witch made a charm for the house like she did for Memory, a spell to call it back from wherever buildings go when they die and dream.

Of course, that was 300 words of setting. Perhaps I should try to add some plot or something. Or at least Jormundgandr.

TDC
17/90
Words today: 200

Yeah, suck. Today was one of those days when writing at work just doesn't happen.

Teh glamour: Got my new driver's license today. My hair, realizing where we were, went from zero to frizzy in the 10 minutes I stood in line. Then, I mangled my new signature its first time out. But I didn't mess up the last name, oh no--I messed up Amanda. Yeah.

My last batch of slush was so painful it left me with the burning need to write a drunken writer in a grubby apartment story, just to prove it can be done. Because I was in chat when this need struck, and writers are helpful like cats, I now have an albino authoress named Sue. She draws the line at the grubby apartment, though.

If she comes up with a plot, I'll move her to the front of the line.