Yesterday, two glasses of Mari Mayans absinthe did what all my vain attempts at concentration could not. What my determination was entirely unable to do. I wrote an amazing 1,594 words on Chapter Three of Daughter of Hounds. I also managed to salvage, after extensive rewrite, the 152 words from Friday, so the total for the chapter so far stands at 1,716 words. The discrepency is accounted for by the rewrite. Anyway, what came yesterday felt right, and Sadie and Emmie wound up playing Scrabble after all.
Today, I won't be writing anything. Today Spooky and I have plans.
There's some good news for Farscape, and good news for those people who wanted to watch it but didn't have the Sci-Fi Channel or access to the DVDs. Beginning this fall, Farscape will go into syndication on Superstation WGN (Chicago), which reaches some 65 million homes in the US.
Okay. That it's for today. Happy Potentially Most Depressing and Sappy Holiday of the Year Day.
- Current Mood:
distressed
- Current Music:VNV Nation, "End of Days"
Comments
Until now, I don't believe you've ever used this gift to evoke such squirms of physical discomfort.
Or to put it another way ...
OW!!!
GODDAMN!!!
HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS CHRIST!!!!
What the hell did the Green Faerie talk you into doing to yourself THIS time, to leave you in such a state? Or do we want to know?