Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday. Um, yeah. Yesterday, I wrote 1,285 words on "Faces in Revolving Souls," in about four and half hours. It wasn't the worst sort of writing day, but it sure as frell wasn't the best sort, either. A good, solid word count, but every word kicking and screaming as it was hauled from the damp recesses of my pysche and onto the hd of my iBook (Once I would have said, "As it was hauled from the damp recesses of my psyche and onto the page," but, you mustn't ever forget, we live in The Future.). It's an odd story, this one. It's coming out in a very direct, not-the-least-bit baroque voice. Someone will like that. Someone else will hate it. Anyway, the total word count now stands at 3,667, and I expect to finish the story tomorrow afternoon. (Jennifer just finished reading what I've done so far, and she likes it. That's a start.)
Spooky just returned from her walk. She got rained on, but seems no worse for the wear.