I suspect this book may have no redeeming value at all, and I don't care. It's fun.
On the other hand, I thought One-Eyed Jack was fluff, too, and look what happened there.
New Words: 809
Total Words: 14,411
Words for the Year: 11,516
Deadline: Sometime in June or July, I'm guessing
Reason for stopping: quota, end of scene
14,411 / 110,000
Stimulants: linden flower tea, rooibos with Meyer lemons and honey, curried garlic-lime chicken on rice
Exercise: I did not go to the gym, but I walked to the grocery store for a pistachio muffin. Alas, the grocery store was closed. Is that right or fair? (Yes, it is Sunday, I know. I will try again tomorrow.) Also, I kneaded dough for steamed red bean paste buns.
Songs mutilated: No guitar today. I had one of those fluttery days when time vanishes.
Mammalian assistance: Mebd is snuggled against my thigh.
Mail: Nothing much, except being nominated for that award. Eeee!
Reviewy thing for Shadows Over Baker Street.
They love me in Australia. Where they have beaches. And books. And it's summer. As it also apparently is here.
Today's words Word don't know: seaweedy, symbiont, stubbled, nanocolony, ow,
Darling du Jour: I love any book that consistently lets me type things like "Swallow it. You're spitting out your symbiont."
Mean Things: a lungful of vacuum and a rogue nanotech colony. Also, lost.
Tyop du Jour: her colony would heel
Jury-rigging: yanno, I am so making this up as I go along. I'm not supposed to admit that, am I?
There's always one more quirk in the character: Perceval hates to cry.
Other writing-related work: answered more interview questions
Books in progress: Liz Williams, Snake Agent; Phyllis Ann Karr, The Arthurian Companion
The Internet is full of Things: no, it isn't.
The glamour!: I still have not taken out the trash. And now I need to do laundry too. But I'm making steamed buns!
(yes, I'm early. I did tomorrow's work tonight.)