The storm is not allowed to rage through the night. This is a cliched construction. It must [some other verb] instead.
How do you feel about "seethe"?
Oh, for the love of mike. Just put down anything. We still have 20K to go.
You were the one who got all snippy about it.
So I'm reading News of the Weird and trying to figure out what presages this particular end of the world. *sigh* I really don't know what a the onset of massive probability and causality malfunction would look like from your sofa, is part of the problem.
I am also apparently bad at thinking up whacky slapstick coincidences. *beats head on keyboard* I need to borrow Connie Willis's brain until next week, please.
On the other hand, Clannad and Enya are pleasant things by which to write the end of the world.
Progress notes for 30 June 2006:
New Words: 321
Total Words: 70867 / 81000
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 594
Reason for stopping: stuck on a stupid stupid litle thing that is only the hinge of the whole plot and climax.
Mail: Well, joecrow and moschus like the book. Thank you, friends-list book pimpers!
Today's words Word don't know: unspilled
Mean Things: Cricket almost spilled her drink
Other writing-related work: Well, if I'm stuck, at least I have page proofs.
Books in progress: Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate; Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice