it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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There ain't enough room in this life cycle for the both of us.

Progress notes for 8 October 2005:


New Words: 3,349
Total Words: 14,108 / 15,250
Notecards myrtilized/remaining: 10/5
Pages: 61

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
15,250 / 20,000
The possibility exists that I could actually finish the rough draft of this thing tomorrow. Or Monday. Maybe.

Reason for stopping: tired and stupid.
Mammalian Assistance:  Paladin was underfoot for a bit, but mostly they don't love me
Stimulants: wild orange tea
Exercise: none
Mail: nomail
Today's words Word don't know: defanged, imporous, leptodactylous, thaumaturgically  
Words I'm surprised Word do know: n/a
Tyop du jour: The bad was not where Sebastien had left it.
Darling du jour: n/a
Books in progress, but not at all quickly: Ladislas Farago, The Game of the Foxes; The Adams-Jefferson Letters;
Mean things: Holy water burns, doesn't it, bitch?
Other writing-related work: n/a
Interesting tidbits: n/a


BPAL Description:

The essence of the most debauched hunger encapsulated into a perfume. Desire beyond love, anguish beyond sanity. Nutmeg, sassafras, black poppy and myrrh.

My Notes:

Vial:  Unpleasant. The nutmeg and myrrh do not get on well with one another. It smells like spoiled egg nog

Wet:  Nutmeg and sassafras. Weird.

Drydown:  bitter root beer.

Dry:  Nutmeg, faintly. This isn't terribly exciting.

Tags: bpal, progress notes, short fiction

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