comatoseCarnival
New Words: 750
Total Words: 1916
Pages: 13
Reason for stopping: bedtime
Mammalian Assistance: headbumps from Marlowe
Stimulants: seltzer, Galliano, vanilla rooibos
Exercise: 40 minutes yoga, 1 hour walking
Mail: nomail
Tyop du jour: nothing
Darling du jour: "Oh, good," Vincent said. "Nothing makes a first impression like turning up shitfaced."
Books finished: Michael Binyon, Life in Russia;
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory; Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver
Other writing-related work: two stories submitted since last check in
Now that I've talked to a few people with letters after their names about the physics of my shiny idea and figured out a few more cultural details on either side, Carnival has decided I have all the pieces I need to start writing it, so I've started writing it. Sort of. This isn't official writing, you understand. This is just sort of poking it to see where it goes. No stress, no fuss, no muss, no worry.
All the time in the world.