Whiskey & Water
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Total Words: 19,336
Reason for stopping: work, and end of scene, and over quota
Mammalian Assistance: none (of course, now that I've typed that, Marlowe's arrived to offer love or something, and is standing on me kneading my abdomen)
Stimulants: ginger liquorice tea, couscous, peanut butter toast, Prince Charles black tea
Exercise: none yet, but gothercise and possibly yoga after work.
Mail: nolove from Asimov's
Tyop du jour: Straight bark bangs settled in feathers across her forehead (I did mention that this book is about women's hair, didn't I?)
Darling du jour: "On the contrary," Whiskey answered. "I plan to lure him into a dark corner, terrorize him, question him, hold him under water until he stops kicking, and possibly consume him afterwards." He shrugged, and started forward again. "Aren't you coming?"
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory; Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver
Interesting research tidbit of the day: The British were expected to attack from the southern tip of Manhattan, but they in fact stormed Long Island Sound at Stonington, Connecticut on August 27, 1814.
Other writing-related work: none