Now she's in purple, now she's a turtle

Don't forget, minions, about the lyrics game. If no one gets number one, I will be deeply disappointed in my f-list.

Today is rainy and gloomy (at last!) and I think I'll spend much of it drawing. I've started a necromancer nouveau sketch that's coming along nicely, and I finally found a pose model for the picture I owe galeni. I am sorely tempted to do two versions of Chaz, one normal and one cat. Because that's the crossover event that's been waiting to happen.

There is no subject, only Zuul

And this is why I will never ever succeed at NaNo, besides my own natural slowness: November is full of stuff. Finally, though, more wordcount. I'd been stuck for days on a particular scene, only to realize that it was because I was in the wrong POV. Oops.

Dreams of Shreds & Tatters

13840 / 80000 words. 17% done!

I really should spend this between-novels time to finish some damn short stories. "Flood" remains as it has for years--one plot point away from completion. "Salt" is also starting to grow on me: He's a conflicted gun-slinging deep one living on borrowed time. He's a well-dressed apostate ghoul with a past. They commit crime!

In other news, Melancholia is a beautiful if slightly uneven film, the first half a trainwreck and the second the whimper with which the world ends. I will forgive it a lot of unevenness for being so very beautiful.