I mean, seriously, if I have to put up with this bastard's delusions of grandeur, I want my goddamned bread and circuses. Thank you, drive through.
Progress notes for 9 January 2007
New Words: 752
Total Words: 16,288
Words for the Year: 13,356
Deadline: Sometime in June or July, I'm guessing
Reason for stopping: quota, need to figure out what the bargain is, need to go work on the galleys.
16,288 / 110,000
Exercise: a nice long walk
Songs mutilated: I need, I think, a wrist brace. Because I do not think the G chord is meant to hurt so much.
Mammalian assistance: The cat is gunning to become a cat sausage. For this, I pay a pet deposit?
New Amsterdam page proofs.
rarelytame likes Blood and Iron a lot, and the Jenny books not so much. (I wouldn't normally link this, so much, but she sent me the link and it's all incisive and stuff.)
Today's words Word don't know: Azrael, coatsleeves,
Darling du Jour: "...in the midst of life support we are in death, o my brother."
Mean Things: Oh dear. This appears to be the plot.
Tyop du Jour: He plattered himself that he could. (or) meating Azrael halfway.
Jury-rigging: Hurmity. I wonder what happens next.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Okay, it may have taken me the better part of a day to conjure Azrael, but oh, I loff him so. He is just more proof of the old truism, the Devil gets all the best lines.
Lucifer is over in his books sulking prettily, even now.
Other writing-related work: bio, and now proofs.
Books in progress: Liz Williams, Snake Agent; Phyllis Ann Karr, The Arthurian Companion
The glamour!: I took the garbage out. *g*