Escaping the wordcount inquistion

"Music From a Farther Room"
Today: 334 (and around 100 cut)
Total: 3543
Reason for stopping: steamcat is all out of steam

You would think that the plot would be well underway at 3.5k, wouldn't you? And yet...

I thought that was going to be it, but then I made cheater's guacamole, and the power of spicy avocado brought me back to life.

"Ghostlight"
Today: 701
Total: 3033
Reason for stopping: again with the steam, and I need to put bits in order.

I do so love Odin when he's being a prick. This is also one of the very rare times when Nyarly is an overt prick as well. This story is tricksy, because the pov character is not the protagonist. I have never done this before, and I don't know how it'll turn out.

Tomorrow I need to print a story for subbing, try to get a new author photo that doesn't suck, and fill out a passport app for my trip to Soviet Canuckistan. And perhaps assemble more furniture and steam clean another room's worth of carpet.

Blech

Tattoo, two and a half weeks later
Originally uploaded by Amanda Downum

I think I'm falling off the wordcount wagon today--I feel pretty lousy. I'm afraid the tattoo is infected. It was healing so well, but today it's bruised and discolored, and burns a lot. Maybe I got too much sun last weekend.

I was trying to get a decent author photo for Weird Tales, but I'm too sallow and eye-baggy today. I can't seem to sleep worth a damn the past few nights. The house makes weird noises, and when I do pass out I have awful dreams.

My arm really hurts, but Steven has the car, so I'll have to wait till tonight to do anything. Maybe some aloe will help. It's kind of nauseating, but I'm hungry too. The cats are spazzing and yowling all over the place, which doesn't help. Maybe I'll make some tea and lie down for a while.

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Yuck. I was feeling so bad for a while that I called Steven, but he's not answering his phone, or IM. The neighbors were having a nasty screaming fight, too, and their dog was barking so loud the cats were freaking out even more. They finally shut up, though, and I took a nap. I feel a lot better now, but kinda woozy. I think I was running a fever earlier, but it broke and now I'm cold and clammy--I can't win. I wonder if I'm getting anemic again. I've been eating spinach all day, but the red meat craving won't go away.

I should probably write, but everything's too fuzzy. I wish I could remember the dream I had when I napped--something about the King. The King is coming.

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It's so quiet out there... Guess I'm not used to suburbia yet. Still can't get a hold of Steven. Maybe I'll have another nap, and try to remember that dream.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in

Dim Carcosa

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Its getting dark, and Steven still isn't home. The cats won't come out from under the bed. I thought I heard the neighbors come home earlier, making a lot of noise, but I might have dreamed it. I almost wish we had the TV hooked up--I've tried reading the news online, but it's hard to focus on the screen righ tnow and nothing makes much sense. My eyes re really blurry and sre, and my drops are all still packed.. It's getting harder to tell when I'm awke or not--everything feels like hypnagogia. At least the tat's stopped hurting. I don't think I want to chance the stairs right now, so maybe I'll nap in the office. So of course it's not quiet outside anymore. Now it sounds like I live next door to 6th Street. Crazy fuckers.

I think the fevre's back.

I went to heaven and everything was dead. I guess that I am too.

Ia, Ia, Hastur cf'ayak!
Originally uploaded by Amanda Downum

I feel so much better now. Like, amazingly better. The best. I thought I'd have to wait for fall, for Aldebaran, but everything's happening much faster than I imagined.

I remember my dreams now.

And I napped through a lot, wow. To all of you who are still around, hang in there. Avoid the shamblers--they don't understand what the King is trying to tell them, and it's burned them out. The bacchante aren't much better, just a carnivorous Girls Gone Wild party. But don't worry, some of us do get it, and I can show you. It's really simple once you know how to see.

Steven never made it home. Which means I'll have to find a car before I start looking for more survivors. I-35's going to be a circle of hell, much more literally than usual, but I know there's more of us out there, more with the sign.

I'll be on my way soon. After I find something to eat.