It is the heart that kills us in the end, just one more old broken bone we cannot mend.
The fall of empire may suck, but the decadence beforehand has something to recommend it.
Progress notes for 13 September 2005:
Carnival
New Words: 4,770
Total Words: 97,674 / 115,500
Pages: 462
I wrote 20 pages this morning. Which has something to do with the fact that the cat woke me up at 3:30 am |
Mammalian Assistance: Dog farts
Stimulants: orange spice tea
Exercise: none
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: n/a
Words I'm surprised Word do know: n/a
Tyop du jour: broekn
Darling du jour: none
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Richard Overy, Russia's War: A History of the Soviet War Effort, 1941-1945; Ladislas Farago, The Game of the Foxes; Leigh Richards, Califia's Daughters;
Mean things: heartbreak and loss and true love destroyed. All in a day's work.
Other writing-related work: tomorrow, I start revising Whiskey & Water.
Interesting tidbits: There's not enough beer in the world, Spleen.