Chizine short story contest. I warn you, I know those other two judges, and they're tough broads. ;-)
Today's Doonesbury struck a chord.
katallen on head stories vs. hand stories
And I'm just going to say it here and now. keelywolfe has earwormed me. Again. It's like she has a direct line into my limbic system... or the 95% of my brain capacity that's devoted to old song lyrics.
brisingamen gives us The Spellchecker's Guide to Poetry
DNA of ancient bears successfully sequenced (via the_monkey_king)
Progress notes for 3 June 2005: Meanwhile, in Hell....
Whiskey & Water
New Words: 2,615
Total Words: 104,067 / 116,250
Writing books in chapters is weird. I'm not quite sure I like it. But the book is boss.
Reason for stopping: Afternoon break, perhaps another sitting later
Mammalian Assistance: Marlowe on lap limits typing speed
Stimulants: Lavender Earl Grey
Today's words Word don't know: unshattered
Words I'm surprised Word do know: boluses
Tyop du jour: n/a
Darling du jour: n/a
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Dorothy L. Sayers, The Unpleasantness At The Bellona Club;
Interesting research tidbits of the day: An online paper on Paradise Lost that made me laugh and laugh and laugh:
Despite the horrific consequences of incest, which have left his daughter with such severe gynaecological problems that "Hell Hounds" (the issue of her incestuous relationship with her son) are now free to kennel in her womb, Satan shows no signs of remorse.
(this is the relevant passage, for those who don't care to look it up:
And thrice threefold the gates; three folds were brass,
Three iron, three of adamantine rock,
Impenetrable, impaled with circling fire,
Yet unconsumed. Before the gates there sat
On either side a formidable Shape.
The one seemed woman to the waist, and fair,
But ended foul in many a scaly fold,
Voluminous and vast--a serpent armed
With mortal sting. About her middle round
A cry of Hell-hounds never-ceasing barked
With wide Cerberean mouths full loud, and rung
A hideous peal; yet, when they list, would creep,
If aught disturbed their noise, into her womb,
And kennel there; yet there still barked and howled
Other writing-related work: nothing