trailing words from her fingers in streaks across the brick walls
10:31 pm May 20th, 2008
I lay down on the cold ground and I
Slogged the last 900 words, but I have 60,052 words on this novel now. My revised pre-Wiscon target has been met!
*happy*
Now to do some copy-edits for the short story appearing in GUD, and tomorrow evening I can get ready for traveling Thursday morning. (People pack earlier than the night before? Really?)
Soon after Wiscon, I'll finally get to write the chapter that is currently outlined in my notes as, simply: "OM NOM NOM."
You took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade, and we let the kittens lick our hair and drink our chalky lemonade. You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid 'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade, the masterfade.
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