• Mood: up where Heaven had no more secrets to conceal
• Music: Emmylou Harris - Michelangelo

Last night, I dreamed about you. I dreamed that you were older.

Progress notes for 29 June 2005:

My brain hurts, and it's all truepenny's fault. Apparently my protagonists--the overprivileged but earnest liberal, and the brooding, frictionless manipulator--have been identified.

Logline: It's John Kerry and Batman! They're spies! They fight crime!

*goes to have a nice lie down now* (alas, not.)

Carnival

New Words: 1,506
Total Words: 33,768 / 39,000
Pages: 156

39,000 / 110,000 (35.0%)

Reason for stopping:</strong> Work
Mammalian Assistance: dog farts. Aren't you glad you asked?
Stimulants: pomegranate black tea, and alas, reasonably nasty
Exercise: none
Mail: a novel rejection. Alas!
Today's words Word don't know: unhewn, matronymic, rememberer
Tyop du jour: bullsitting
Darling du jour: Mysticism and superstition, of course, but he imagined he felt Kimberly's grief like a current gilding the surface of her swan song, tickling his fingertips.
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Kristine Smith, Code of Conduct; Richard Overy, Russia's War: A History of the Soviet War Effort, 1941-1945
Interesting research tidbits of the day: n/a
Other writing-related work: slushed.