New Words: 898
Total Words: 4,040
Deadline: September 1
Reason for stopping: end of scene. Also, apparently these things demand a plot. Did you know that?
Stimulants: Russian Caravan tea
Mammalian assistance: Mebd looking miffed at me because I was writing about another cat.
Mail: contracts, out and in, and in and out.
Justbooks is like, my biggest fan.
Today's words Word don't know: wampyr, Englisher, Fenian,
Mean Things: crossword puzzles and cross-conversation
Tyop du jour: a conspiratorial tome
Darling du jour: Sebastien licked his pencil and made a note in the margin of the newspaper while Garrett restrained the urge to warn him against lead poisoning. Wampyr, as far as she knew, were no more subject to long-term harm from toxins than from bullets.
Other writing-related work: contracts. And planning for the KGB reading next week. (In one week! AIEEE! Still, that's one more thing off the to-do list, and at this point, everything that comes off it leaves me a little bit further from a panicked meltdown of WHY WON'T YOU PEOPLE STOP POKING ME??? It's not the writing deadlines--it's everything else.)
Books in progress: Hal Duncan, Vellum
Things I'm glad I didn't go to my grave without: skzbrust on Neil Gaiman on books as foodstuffs.
The glamour!: swept cat litter off the bathroom floor. If the tub isn't scrubbed, stillnotbored, I apologize in advance.