Now I must shower and dress and feed this cat (who brought me a glitterball last night; I guess all is forgiven?) and start working on Seven for a Secret until the farmer's market opens at (the civilized hour of) 9, because I need to buy lettuce. Lettuce should be in, don't you think? I want good BLTs for dinner tonight, you see, and I made bread yesterday.
And then, I come home and deathmarch again. I got about 1200 words yesterday and about 1000 the day before, which is pretty good both days considering how much erranding and catwaxing and necessary maintenance (Oh, my god, this kitchen is gross!) were a part of both days.
Today and tomorrow are all about the deathmarch. I am within striking distance of the end, and I want to finish this thing.
And I know perfectly well that I'm not going to get a lick of work done after 8 pm tonight, when the final part of Refining Fire goes live, because I will be having way too much fun watching the reactions. Yes, for those of you who have gamed with me, I am wearing my evil GM grin right now.
God, I love my job.
I'm the darkness in your daughter
I'm the spot beneath the skin
I'm the scarlet on the pavement
I am the broken heart within
I won't take a train to nowhere
I will not touch just anyone
Ask a stranger why I'm waiting
In the chamber of a gun
John Gorka - Raven in the Storm