Writing: Dare Day Two
Spitting on fingers and toes and hauling up chainmail-and-asbestos trunks, I waded in and wrassled the plot squid to the mat. Despite resultant squirming tentacloids requiring massive amounts of restitching, I think I got things set up for the next bout. One more scene of tentacle-reattachment tonight before I retire to my well-earned.
Tomorrow onward, and no looking back, or I know the Crapomatic-2000 Bad Prose Detector will blast the house off the foundations. If I commence feline fleecing I won't get forward.
This morning's count somewhere at 9000 k, right now hovering at 11,450.
Tomorrow onward, and no looking back, or I know the Crapomatic-2000 Bad Prose Detector will blast the house off the foundations. If I commence feline fleecing I won't get forward.
This morning's count somewhere at 9000 k, right now hovering at 11,450.