Seven for a Secret:
New words: 2003
Microsoft wordcount: 2155
Manuscript wordcount: 2750
Deadline: July 1
Mammalian assistance: The cat is cold. The cat does not want to be covered. She just wants to bitch at me about being cold.
Reason for stopping: Quota, and I have some reading I need to do.
Darling du jour:
He didn't believe his own lies anymore. He hadn't for decades. His artifices had grown shallow, without structure or craft.
He could no longer inhabit them. Not the way these girls, a medium-blonde and a paler blonde, inhabited their uniforms and the tissue of lies that constructed them.
Tyop du jour: They interred no stores.
Thank you, brain, but that's not the right word that sounds sort of like that.
Jury-rigging: Everything seems to be firing smoothly so far. I suspect I need an antagonist.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Somebody is dissociating.
Today's words Word don't know: wampyr, flyte
Words I'm Surprised Word Do Know: n/a
Sustenance: coffee, chamomile tea, leftovers, bagel chips, pistachios, cereal. I am about to order a pizza.
Mean Things: invalidism, Nazis.
Other writing-related work: about to go start critiquing a novel. did a whole bunch of research.
Exercise: none. I am in pain. (Okay, there was archery yesterday. I guess that counts.)
Miles to Lothlorien: 174.9
Guitar practice: no, because I suck.
The Internet is Full of Things: via rachelmanija, Green Porno. (Not worksafe, if you didn't get that from the title. But oh, so cool. I want to have Isabella Rossellini's babies.)