Set me on fire.

June 7, 2011 Progress Notes:

"The Small Dark Movie of Your Life"

Words today: 2600. Actually not all today's, but most.
Words total: 9700.
Reason for stopping: Bed, bed, bed.

Books in progress: Terry Pratchett, Hogfather.
The glamour: Dayjob, fiddly errands (yes, Virginia, we were out of laundry soap), attendance at a book launch down the street, and then a walk and coffee with Mam'selle Madeline Ashby. The night walking's good this time of year; it's humid and cool and the world's all trees.

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Not much left in the game here. It'll be done tomorrow, and I am not unhappy with how it's turned out. Which isn't to say that I'm not right now solemnly swearing never to stuntwrite a whole novelette in record time and skating right on/past deadline ever again? But, y'know.

Thunder's rolling in. Think I'll crawl into bed, turn the lights off, and watch the storm.

I thought you were the sweetest kill.

June 8, 2011 Progress Notes:

"The Small Dark Movie of Your Life"

Words today: 4650.
Words total: 14,350.
Reason for stopping: Draft.

Books in progress: Timothy Taylor, The Blue Light Project.
The glamour: None. It has been all drafting today, quite literally.

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And we're done.

Shadow Unit types, you are going to like this. Except the bit where you really, really won't.

Oof.