I had a face on the mirror, I had a hand on the gun

A belated metrics post, as I was too tired to do it last night.

Kingdoms of Dust

63000 / 75000 words. 84% done!

Yes, the final version needs to be longer than 75k, but I have a lot of stuff to frontload on the next draft.

Mean things: Sunburn, treed by a manticore, being a mage with no ranged attacks.
Deaths: Two camels.

The meme's the thing

2011: I live in Pflugerville (though I say Austin) with the boy, in the first house we've ever owned, in a boring-ass suburb I detest in a low-key sort of way. I work part-time at Half Price Books and full-time (and then some) on novels. I have too many animals.

2001: Denton, TX, home of happiness. A year away from graduating, after much faffing about. I'm studying German, which has picked up my grades after the aforementioned faffing. I live near campus in a cute apartment with a drama-prone roommate/fair-weather friend, and spend way too much time on Greyhound visiting my best friend in San Antonio. (Reader, I married him.) I'm working on the Dread Juvenilia Project, which probably wasn't called Falling Towers yet.

1991: My family has recently moved to Texas from Arizona. We live in Corsicana, in a sprawling decrepit old house which we share we with ten million daddy long-legs and assorted other insects. I've just started middle school, where I get good grades but am socially miserable. This will continue through high school. I start stories I don't finish and draw a lot. I have/am about to discover ElfQuest, which will destroy my ability to draw proportional heads for years to come.

1981: In March I wasn't yet 2. We were either still in Virginia Beach, or already in Indonesia. Either way, my earliest memories start at 3, so this is all a void.

1971: Possibly alive in a previous incarnation, but not yet in this one.