it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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Book keeping

Wordcount: 1,078
Reason for stopping: I promised myself a thousand words, and by Jove I wrote a thousand words.
Pagecount: 213, and 13 more in scene-and-outline notes

Also figured out two more plot points, and the unholy concatation of events that is the climax of the book. Where, as Tom Waits is wont to say, "Everything goes to Hell."

And my jaw is cracking with the yawns. But the threads are starting to come together, gently, in a way that tells me I was right, and this is a long and complex story.

Pedro: I shall see thee ere I die, looke pale with loue.

Benedick: With anger, with sickenesse, or with hunger, my
Lord, not with loue: proue that euer I loose more blood with
loue then I will get againe with drinking, picke out mine eies
with a Ballad-makers penne, and hang me vp at the doore of a
brothel house for the signe of blinde Cupid.

--William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing, Act I, scene i
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