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Swallowing words while giving head.
Jan. 28th, 2010 12:46 amJanuary 27, 2010 Progress Notes:
"Stay"
Words today: 150.
Words total: 2800.
Reason for stopping: It's fighting tonight, and I'm sleepy.
"And in Her Hand, A Sword"
Words today: 150.
Words total: 150.
Reason for stopping: I'm fairly certain already I'm going the wrong way. Certain thematic stuff will have to be developed a titch more if I'm to carry on with this.
Darling du Jour: Pop quiz, asshole: In the middle of a lake, plopped cold as a stain in the middle of a dread dark forest, lives a woman who bears the sword that will win the rule of Britain. The sword is ever-sharp and cuts steel and stone. The lady has chill white arms, garbed all in frictionless samite, and once buried a wizard five feet into stone. You are thirty years old, anxious, and still drunk on last night's red wine. You also swim poorly.
What will you do?
Mean Things: Cowards.
Research Roundup: The Lady of the Lake, Excalibur.
Books in progress: Sheila Heti, Ticknor.
The glamour: Books came in the mail! To me!
No, I did not strictly need another short story idea here.
As for the SCIENCE, I will leave it open maybe one more day before explicating the theory behind the thing, I think. Because I must to bed.
"Stay"
Words today: 150.
Words total: 2800.
Reason for stopping: It's fighting tonight, and I'm sleepy.
"And in Her Hand, A Sword"
Words today: 150.
Words total: 150.
Reason for stopping: I'm fairly certain already I'm going the wrong way. Certain thematic stuff will have to be developed a titch more if I'm to carry on with this.
Darling du Jour: Pop quiz, asshole: In the middle of a lake, plopped cold as a stain in the middle of a dread dark forest, lives a woman who bears the sword that will win the rule of Britain. The sword is ever-sharp and cuts steel and stone. The lady has chill white arms, garbed all in frictionless samite, and once buried a wizard five feet into stone. You are thirty years old, anxious, and still drunk on last night's red wine. You also swim poorly.
What will you do?
Mean Things: Cowards.
Research Roundup: The Lady of the Lake, Excalibur.
Books in progress: Sheila Heti, Ticknor.
The glamour: Books came in the mail! To me!
No, I did not strictly need another short story idea here.
As for the SCIENCE, I will leave it open maybe one more day before explicating the theory behind the thing, I think. Because I must to bed.
