Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine

Kingdoms of Dust
Words today: 1520
Words total: 53,210
Tyop: n/a
Darling: [Asheris] kept his head covered to protect tender human skin, but every so often he raised his face to the blistering sun, drinking down its fire.
Mean things: Your boyfriend's arranged political marriage, and not being told about it.

My beautiful realization is that this book will be short. Isyllt and co. are riding toward the antags for the final showdown now, once they get past a manticore and sandstorm or two. I just have to figure out what that showdown is. Then I have to go back and fill in all the gaping holes in the first two thirds. I've hit the point where I'm skipping all recalcitrant transitions, so I have a series of unconnected paragraphs leading toward the horizon.

LiveJournal: the magic lives on

I just started a long rambly post about the perils of party separation and travel times, and after I'd typed two paragraphs I realized how I can avoid it. So carry on.

But while I'm here, has anyone smelled a camel recently? I'd imagine they're pungent and wooly, but specifics would be appreciated. The Austin zoo doesn't appear to have any, or I could go be a crazy person and ask to smell their animals.