I don't usually keep novels, except very special ones. Book management is an issue around here.
This is a sick, sick story. And I dunno what I would do without porphyrin to vet my wacky medical ideas.
Progress notes for 29 July 2005:
"The Something Dreaming Game"
New Words: 620
Total Words: 620
Reason for stopping: Off to lunch with rezendi and maradydd, then came home to a headache. Also, end of scene, and time to stop for some research. And to go read some Kerouac.
Mammalian Assistance: Marlowe made a couple of drive-bys, Signy has poked a few times, and Paladin was underfoot. Whick I'm inclined to forgive, frankly.
Stimulants: ginger tea
Today's words Word don't know: autoerotic
Tyop du jour: n/a
Darling du jour: It's the things we don't talk about that become the monsters under the bed.
Books in progress: Richard Overy, Russia's War: A History of the Soviet War Effort, 1941-1945; Jack Kerouac, On the Road; China Miéville, Iron Council
Books read: Greg Rucka, A Gentleman's Game; Warren Ellis, Absolute Authority; John Ostrander, Grimjack: Killer Instinct
Interesting research tidbits of the day: n/a
Other writing-related work: Slushed. A lot. I mean a lot of slush.