The unspeakable horror of the literary life

I try and try to think about the little bits of worldbuilding along with the big things, and to not end up with Generic Pan-fantasia. I really do. But I still have no idea what sort of stoves these people have.

Thud, and bap

The Bone Palace
Words today: 653
Words total: 26,400
Reason for stopping: end of scene, out of steam

26400 / 100000 words. 26% done!

Tyop: n/a
Darling: A pity, [Isyllt] thought wryly as Khelséa handed her a mug, that she didn't appreciate women that way. And even if she had, the captain's taste ran to plump and pretty and not remotely self-destructive. (I wouldn't want to discourage femmeslash, would I?)
Sustenance: Maredsous triple, and cottage cheese and strawberries

Mammalian assistance: Mehitabel Adeline Elbereth, or Maddy the Bap, fastest paw in the west, just cornered Gretchen in the hall and put the fear of Paw into her. This cat fears very little, though she does seem to think I'll be cross with her for jumping onto the kitchen counters (to drink out of cups in the sink, because why on earth would one share a bowl on the floor with a dog?). Considering how much dog fur gets up there already--and the dog doesn't jump--I'm pretty resigned about this.