Dear LJ...

Is anyone on my f-list from, in, or familiar with the greater Vancouver area, and willing to answer weird or silly questions?

Willst du bis der Tod euch scheidet?

The creeping of the word meter is a beautiful thing. The magic of LJ came through again, and I found a truce with the Ghoul-With-A-Gun--enough to get me through this draft, anyway. I also changed the setting of a chapter, and ripped out a very pointless and silly scene. One more scene to go, and then I come to the scary part: Carcosa itself.

Dreams of Shreds & Tatters

61365 / 75000 words. 82% done!