The shapes in the snow are made by souls with nowhere to go

Dreams

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Grow, little meter, grow!

Another three scenes rearranged and vastly improved today. Next up, a nightgaunt attack that needs much better choreography, and then the massive gutting and redecorating of Carcosa. In this draft, Liz will face three real challenges, instead of a lame one and some handwaving. Now I need to figure out what the second one will be, and its price.

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Winter! Winter is here! This afternoon it was too warm for a sweater when I walked the dog. Now it's sleeting and slushing and wintry-mixing, and my toes are cold in shoes and fuzzy socks. I brought in the habaneros and basils, and tomorrow I'm going to Home Despot to replace the weather stripping that's no longer under our front door, and to get a damn latch to keep the garage door from blowing open with every gust of wind.

Gretchen, meanwhile, has given up on the couch and is now curled up in our bed.

It's easy to deceive, it's easy to tease

But hard to catch all this frelling word rep.



These eyes at least have a face--it's smaller and over to the right. And a large hand. And of course, the back. I knew this book had Orphean/Osirian themes, but all the stray floating body parts is really a bit much.