Faeries and zombies and books, oh my

I'm glad that I'm not quite as terrible at keeping up with other things as I am at posting to LJ, or I would not be a functional adult. But there is hope! I appear to be writing a novel, which means dreary metrics may resume any day now.

Changeling Hearts (Working title)

Words since Wednesday: 4103
Opening line (for the moment): The girl whose name was not Aletheia Rampion woke to thunder, and panic squeezing a cold fist around her heart.
Darling: [The lake] stank of decayed vegetation, of living things turned to slime and rot.
Mean things: Abduction by faeries, durance vile, home invasion, swimming in Town Lake.

At the moment this book is full of characters clamoring for attention and a plot-shaped void. But we have kidnapping attempts and daring escapes, so maybe I can fake it for a while.

And, as the internet reminds me, it's almost NaNo time. NaNo--or possibly November--is usually the kiss of death for my productivity, but I continue to fling myself against it.

I need to redo my Wicked Fairy Apologist icons.

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Valkyrie report:

Sunday: 8 hours dayjob.
Monday: Jogging, 1.5 miles (Jogging might be too strong a word...), 1 hour yoga, climbing
Tuesday: Session with trainer. This time we did some basic interval training for the race, ~1 mile, and she went over some basic agility training for whatever obstacles might be on the course. I love my trainer. 4 hours dayjob.
Wednesday: Core class, climbing.
Thursday: 4 hours dayjob.
Friday: Sleep won over the gym. Alas.
Saturday: Climbing outdoors is the plan. It is a good plan.

30 miles out of Hobbiton