A lighthouse in the middle of Prussia, a chicken hut in the Red Square

The Russian mob book is so getting written now, if only so I can describe the migrational habits of chicken-legged witch houses.

I have three characters with names--now I just need a working title. I also need a Baba Yaga icon. And more 80s sax.

My new friend

I've been bitten by the gardening bug, apparently. I went to buy soil for my habaneros and soon-to-be cucumber beds, and found this:



A New Guinea Impatiens. Or, as I like to call this particular variety, the gothflower. Seriously--red and white blossoms on nearly-black leaves? Pretty damn gothy. Now the goal is to keep it alive. Perhaps if I play it some Blutengel...

wordswordswordswordswords...

At long last, I finished converting Pinion to present tense, and then put another chapter up on the 'orkshop. And then I wrote six new sentences before my brain switched off.

But!

"Crow Sister"
Words today: 497
Words total: 639
Reason for stopping: Finished!
Darling: One feather at a time my coat grows. It will be ready soon. My wings. My freedom.

Hah! A finished story! Sure, it's flash, but better short and finished than long and not. Now I just need several more...