I like it.
It made my eyes sting while I was writing it, and that's always a good sign.
Words today: 1250
Reason for stopping: End of scene, POV shift, and I must slush.
My Psychic MP3 Player was playing Tom Waits "Earth Died Screaming" earlier. Now it's on Mr. Mister, "Kyrie." Which is also one of my theme songs for this novel.
My heart is old. It holds my memories.
My body burns a gemlike flame.
Somewhere between the solace of machines
Is where I find myself again.
Kyrie eleison down the road that I must travel--
Kyrie eleison through the darkness of the night....
Yeah, about like that. And I found my theme this week, which is always a surreal experience. You're writing along, telling this story, and you look up at the wall and go, "Oh."
"That's what it's about."
Sometimes, there is magic in what I touch. More often, it's drudgery, drudgery, drudgery, and more drudgery.
But this scene works.
I can feel it.
It will just have to wait until tomorrow to suck, for once.