An open letter

Dear Subconscious:

I don't know what your deal is, but you can knock it off with the traumatic dreams. Monday's were unpleasant enough, but any bad dream involving the well-being of my dog is especially uncool.

Noloff,

Me

It's happening now (not tomorrow, yesterday)

The Bone Palace
Words today: 1510
Words total: 33,333
Reason for stopping: I couldn't ruin such a perfect number

33333 / 100000 words. 33% done!
Sustenance: Coffee and a bear claw. (Fitday doesn't know bear claws, but it knows raw bearded seal.)
Mammalian assistance: I have a dog. She sighs a lot.
Darling: n/a
Tyop: n/a
Mean things: Isyllt fell down a hole in the dark and has a concussion now.
Silly writer quirks: I am very annoyed with our culture for making me snicker when I type "sphincter". It is, however, the right word, and Isyllt isn't 12, even if her writer is.
Research: Lava pillars



To make my deadline with time to revise, I need a rough average of 446.66667 words/day from here on out. I can do that, right? Surely I can.

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I bled a lot of money this morning, but now I have a haircut, new product (Aveda discontinued their sap moss line! O noez, they be taken mah shampoo!), a new ATC for the gym tonight, and a dress that matches the ATC (they're both dark blue). It's unlikely that I'll ever need an ATC whilst wearing a dress, but if I do, I am set.

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And I don't think I've actually mentioned this yet: I am, alas, not going to Wiscon this year. I will be having other adventures instead. Hopefully I'll see most of you at Worldcon.