it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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Of course, because I had to work today, last night was insomnia night. Woke up around one forty-five and finally managed to fall back asleep fifteen minutes before my alarm went off. Bleh, early shift, we like you not.

One-Eyed Jack

New Words: 2750
Total Words: 85,836 
Pages: 381
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
Exercise: none
Mail: nomail
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

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