And the shadows smile and kiss...
Jun. 17th, 2013 04:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillsostrangeThe Poison Court
Words today: 781
Reason for stopping: quota, and end of scene
Darling: Like a spider’s web in the moonlight, tangled stands flashing, fading in and out of shadow. But this web was made of wire, ready to slice her at the slightest misstep.
Mean things: Being nineteen and heartbroken; political marriages; being engaged to a heartbroken nineteen-year-old.
Today I stopped to work out a few of the various layers of crossing and double-crossing going on around here. Why do I write political thrillers, again, and not simple books with punching and boyfriends? Or whatever simple books are made of.
I had promised myself a 25k present, but ended up getting a 20k present. The coffee shop where I write is next to a vintage store. I walked in today and found myself staring at a pair of oxblood Luccheses. They walked out with me. I will take them dancing on Wednesday, I think.
Words today: 781
Reason for stopping: quota, and end of scene
Darling: Like a spider’s web in the moonlight, tangled stands flashing, fading in and out of shadow. But this web was made of wire, ready to slice her at the slightest misstep.
Mean things: Being nineteen and heartbroken; political marriages; being engaged to a heartbroken nineteen-year-old.
Today I stopped to work out a few of the various layers of crossing and double-crossing going on around here. Why do I write political thrillers, again, and not simple books with punching and boyfriends? Or whatever simple books are made of.
I had promised myself a 25k present, but ended up getting a 20k present. The coffee shop where I write is next to a vintage store. I walked in today and found myself staring at a pair of oxblood Luccheses. They walked out with me. I will take them dancing on Wednesday, I think.
