June 16th, 2005

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We're a long, long way from home now, and home's a long, long way from us.

Day Four: The alien embryos seem to like cottage cheese. At least, I'm coughing up enough of it.

Progress notes for 16 June 2005:

Whiskey & Water

New Words: 2,330
Total Words: 126,022 / 141,250
Notecards buninated/remaining: 1.5 / 15.5
Pages: 565

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141,250 / 160,000
Reason for stopping: lunch!
Mammalian Assistance: underdesk giant dog.
Stimulants: seltzer
Exercise: coughing up a lung
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: n/a
Tyop du jour: Jane greated him with tea and cookies / His expression remaned unforthcoming
Darling du jour: n/a
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Kristine Smith, Code of Conduct; Richard Overy, Russia's War: A History of the Soviet War Effort, 1941-1945
Interesting research tidbits of the day: n/a
Other writing-related work: nattering on on David Moles' blog. What?! That counts!

  • Current Music
    Psycho Maniak - Lost in The CyberMud
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There's no way I can wrap this thing up in 19K! *no way* *panics*

Oh, wait. I always do this.

*panics anyway*

  • Current Music
    DEVO - Girl_U_Want
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Another angel, a second, followed, crying "Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great--"

The last days of the novel.

When all else falls by the wayside, and the author's world submerges into an endless staccato of typewriter keys, of overbrewed tea or burned old coffee saucered and blowed, for the need is too great, of Pat Benatar on autoplay over and over again. When sustenance consists of microwaved lukewarm Hamburger Helper forked untasted (thank God! for that mercy, that the human mind can only take so much) betwixt greasy trembling lips, and endless Galliano-and-Diet Vernor'ses, slurped half-consciously to ease the buzz of shaking hands. When the whine of hungry dogs and the cries of sobbing children go unheeded, and conversation is answered in grunts, and the only sane thing for the writer's spouse to do is nail up the study door and slip carefully rationed fifths of scotch and jumbo pepperoni pizzas under it--or leave the country, if he can.

When the endorphin-crazed writer cackles ass! It's all ass! and doesn't care, because the end of the draft flits enticingly beyond her fingers.

When the desperation-addled brain thinks, seventy-five pages. I could write that in three days, if I didn't pee.

Thank God, the end is near.

ETA: Felix, still an asshole. I know this will come as a relief to you all.
  • Current Music
    Emmylou Harris - Tragedy
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Things are gonna get mighty rough here in Gomorrah by the sea.


Do not break the devil's heart. He will not let you forget it.


Also, FYI, Lucifer channeling Carson Kressley is a little hard to take. The Morningstar should not be waving his arms around in my head like the gayest gay angel ever to nance down the pike. It's just wrong. I'm so sorry.

  • Current Music
    Charlie Daniels - New York City, King Size Rosewood Bed