New Words: 1511
Total Words: 8343. Look, mom, it's a novelette.
Deadline: None. Meanwhile, of course, the things *with* deadlines are languishing, but sometimes you have to write the one that gives you sugar.
Reason for stopping: bedtime. sleep debt.
Five more scenes to write, and I know what they all are. I've reached the climax.
Stimulants: jasmine tea, taddy porter, beef not-stroganoff
Exercise: day the heck off.
Mail: I got paid for the Undertow proposal (turned in last winter). Yay! Money!
Today's words Word don't know: ensorcel, doubletake
Words I'm surprised Word do know: zigzagging
Mean Things: the oversexed college freshmen read Matthew's diary.
Tyop du jour: chookebones
Darling du jour: I can't decide. It's either: "The victim was an alcoholic," Marion said, as Matthew put his chicken on the counter. Or: "Come on," he said. "Help me ensorcel this chicken."
Jerry-rigging: I stapled together two semirelated scenes with a transition to avoid fucking up the POV progression.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Well, yanno. Matthew and the chicken. Also, apparently he's attracted to women with guns or coffee mugs. Or wings.
Books in progress: Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate;
The glamour!: Bathroom faucet, still not fixed.
I'm going to take this bronze star heart I've got
I'm going to melt it down
Wait for love to cast the metal into bone.