Razor fingers cling, piercing demons sing

The Bone Palace

Words today: 745
Darling: a chunk of exposition too long to paste
Tyop: a prescribed Rosian sect That ought to be 'proscribed', not "take two demon-worshipers and call me in the morning".
Distractions: In trying to figure out names for different types of demons, I got distracted thinking about what the life cycles of said demons might be.

I got to the meat of the final scene at last, though I had to skip all transitions and grace of prose to get there. Tomorrow I'll try to smooth it over a little. Where is the horse and my glamour?

38124 / 100000 words. 38% done!

Better than coffee: Han Solo, P.I.

Courtesy of darkfantasist:

RE: My brains

I am suffering from the usual menstrual neurosis today, and it amuses me what my brain finds to latch onto when it has to be neurotic. It used to be full-on "I'm ugly and friendless and will die alone", but the farther I get from high school, the less able I am to believe that even in the throws of depression. Then in became "I suck at writing and will never finish anything" or "I have no money and am a failure as a responsible adult". Those don't stand up in face of a) having a book contract and b) having a day job. Now it seems the best the brain chemicals can manage is "I have too many books to write and not enough time and omg how will I write them all before I die?!!eleventyone!"

Poor brain. It tries so hard to be crazy, and can't quite make it.

But I'm still neurotic, and will now indulge in my favorite hobby: compulsive list-making.

( Just a list of novels, nothing to see here. )