Observed in passing:
Yanno, I have the dance like nobody's looking thing down pat, but I'm going to have to take a mulligan on loving like it's never gonna hurt.
Tuna salad with cranberries and apples sounds like it should be tasty. But it's not.
I like writing teenagers. La:
They--she--stepped through the door, and as Rien turned to ask the monitor where she might find Benedick, she nearly walked into him.
"We should work on your situational awareness," he said. "You nearly walked into me."
She looked up at him through her fringe, and managed not to say the first thing that came into her mouth.
416 words on Pinion last night; 1348 this morning, 1764 total. 322 pages. One scene left in Chapter 24, which is all Rien.
Well, I seem to have arrived at the boom. So I write that for however long I need to write it, and then I am done, somewhere around page 400.
Thank dog for small mercies.
392.5 miles to Rivendell. I'm more or less at the Buckleberry Ferry.
I'm going to go take a bath and then put on some clothes and think about what happens next.