stillsostrange

Floodland (O book, what is your real title?)

Words today: ~900
Words total: 2500
Reason for stopping: a nice number
Darling: Some days Simon found her youth charming, and others exhausting. Today, he suspected, watching her drop weightlessly into a chair and fling one slender leg across the arm, would be one of the latter.

I sketched out some broader strokes of worldbuilding, though not nearly enough. I will be plagued with bracket notes for some time yet. At least I have the three main characters' names--mostly--and I know who one of the antags is, if not why.

LiveJournal updates remain thin on the ground, but I have not died. I had a lovely visit to Massachusetts last week to run around (literally) with matociquala and dance with readingthedark and meet other delightful people. And then I brought matociquala back to Austin with me, where we danced and hiked and signed books and danced some more.

After some delays on the insurance end, our old car was finally declared totaled (and hopefully given a Viking funeral). Today we brought home a new Honda, which with any luck will live a long and full life like my first Honda, not die a tragic and self-sacrificing death like the last one.

In addition to great busyness and some brain-eating personal stuff going on, I've been unposty because of a lack of novel progress and frustration therewith. But--cross your appendages--I may have had An Idea tonight. It's actually an old idea (spies in fabulous hats), but I'm starting to figure out what makes it tick. If I can get a surge of worldbuilding built next week, I should have a solid foundation. I hope.