Und die Welt zaehlt laut bis zehn

Sometimes I wonder if Edna St. Vincent Millay wasn't a deep one herself.

( Inland )

I'm starting to get plot spores for the Wrack sequel. That would be nice, since I'd like something new to read at Wiscon.

TDC is at the horrible stage that I can only imagine is like childbirth. I want it to be over more than anything, but it refuses to be dislodged. Sadly, novels don't come with a cesarean option.

Now I want a Witch-Wife icon.

Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for

TDC
47/90, I think
Words today: 1855
Words total: 63114

Still...so...behind...
Reason for stopping: out of scene--I mean, steam
Sustenance: pizza
Exercise: weights tonight, I swear
Tyop: n/a
Darling: Jabbor smiled, shaking his head. "Sometimes I forget what you can do."
[Zhirin] sighed. "Everyone does, don't they? That's what I'm good for."
Mean things: Zhirin - Reading aloud in the parlor, from a book of family poetry. tanaise is so much meaner than me.
Isyllt - still crippled. Hot boy must help her with her shirt buttons. Oh, wait, that's not very mean...
Xinai - nearly eaten by a chocobo
Adam - still doesn't have enough to do
Jury rigging: I keep forgetting that it's frickin' monsoon season now. I need to go back and add 25% more rain.

I thought the Morgan Jr. story was going to be "Inland", but now it wants to be "Fetch" instead. At least I'm not running out of ocean words. And one of the Gilman's has shown up. It's a crazy fish party!

And the girls in the desert in my Daughter of Hounds/Tombs of Atuan notfic have informed me that they would like girlsmoochies, please. Sadly, they bring me no title, nor a plot. Unless this is a Remembered by Dust story. That would be nice.