Ich hab' den Sinn vergessen und weiss kein Ziel

Three scenes into chapter 2, but it's still lacking in oomph. Tomorrow I will go oomph-hunting. I will also visit my beloved tattooist to start designing my next tattoo. This one will hurt.

Dreams of Shreds & Tatters

6490 / 80000 words. 8% done!

Tuesday's child is full of polls

I was going to get up and haul some more pea gravel this morning, but the key to our back gate is MIA. Alas. Eventually I'll enpant and go see my tattoo boy, but he's not in the shop for another hour yet. So to kill time I guess I'll make an LJ poll.

I would like to write more short stories one of these years. I need a Mi-go story for early 2012, and I'm stupidly close to the end of "Flood" and need to start poking it again. But other than those, I'm not sure what to work on. I've managed two sequel/prequel stories, and would consider others. If you're familiar with my short stories--or just like sharing opinions on the internet--what would like to see more of?

[Poll #1793402]

Into a darkness where the stars do drown

A very productive day: I picked up my new glasses (they have stripes, for speed), talked to my tattoo boy about my next piece, and wrote over 3,000 words. The book is still Frankensteinian, but becomes sleeker and sexier. Like Udo Kier in Flesh For Frankenstein.

Dreams of Shreds and Tatters

10036 / 80000 words. 11% done!

And I did all this in spite of discovering Fuck Yeah Udo Kier. The gifs from Blood For Dracula are hypnotic. No one vomits blood more sexily than Udo Kier.