Whew. Took most of the day, by the one-sentence-at-a-time method, but I got 2002 words of mermaid story today. It still has no title, but now it has a Robert Frost joke, and that's almost better than a title, really. I've got sixteen pages of this thing, and I suspect there are two or three more days of work in the draft. Ahh, the good old days, when I'd sit down and burn through a short story draft in a couple of days. Then I learned to write, and now everything takes forever.
Apparently, this one wants to be written to "Anonanimal," off the new Andrew Bird album, and who am I to argue? I keep hoping it will grab me by the throat and force itself to be written in a blaze of inspiration, but so far it's been the hard painstaking kind of writing. Anyway, I just got to the lesbian mermaid smut, which tells me that stillsostrange
really was the intended recipient of this story pod, and since I have a good wordcount for the day and it's not like I'm on fire here, I'm going to cash it in now and eat dinner and watch Good Eats and Mythbusters and stuff.
I am (a) hungry and (b) yawny and (c) worked virtuously all damned day. The guilt gorilla is cordially invited to bugger off.