New Words: 2750
Total Words: 85,836
Reason for stopping: End of scene, and nice round number. Only three and a half scenes left to write, and the draft is done. And then I crawl under a rock and write nothing for a good long while.
Mammalian Assistance: Marlowe is on my mousepad right now. Other than that an some poking via Signy, I've been mostly neglected.
Stimulants: Rose congou
Tyop du jour: The stanks grew close together.
Darling du jour: Holliday pressed his fist against his immaterial lips, swallowing a cough, white-faced in pain.
Books in progress: Reading? What's that?
Other writing-related work: None