New Words: 1,444
Total Words: 30,467
Words for the Year: 31,974
Deadline: Sometime in June or July, I'm guessing
Reason for stopping: quota, end of scene, end of chapter?
30,467 / 110,000
Stimulants: chai, an IPA (last night, not this morning.)
Exercise: walked 1.4 miles, which puts me in the Green Hill Country and out of sight of Hobbiton, but not yet at suppertime! Something we will remedy today. Also, archery.
Songs mutilated: I'm learning Bouree. Fear me.
Mammalian assistance: forecast: snow showers, and intermittent cats
Today's words Word don't know: wingbeats, cranelike, squinched, inducer, terraforming, dreadlocked, windmilling, pinscratching, wildman,
Darling du Jour: n/a
Mean Things: they've found the man in the iron mask. Or, rather, bat cave.
Tyop du Jour: n/a
Jury-rigging: the unevil albino and the mad hermit turn out to be the same guy.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Both girls are willing to walk through ankle-deep bat shit rather than turn back. Gavin isn't.
Other writing-related work: contracts I should have done two weeks ago.
Books in progress: Phyllis Ann Karr, The Arthurian Companion; Gustav Davidson, A Dictionary of Angels including the fallen angels; J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
The Internet is full of Things: the Bat Guano Museum Of Art.
The glamour!: It snowed this morning, a little.