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Or a proverbial motherfucker, at least: "Sown From Salt", second completed short story of 2008, a mere three days from conception to full execution, and only three because I was literally too tired to do much but sleep by the end of yesterday. The stats, below--

New words: 1,024
Sections completed: All of 'em!
Words total: 3,995 (hel-looo, previously-inaccessible markets...)
Reasons for stopping: Must wash self, dress, calculate and get in last of my TFS marks, go sign some labels for my tax accountants, check whether or not Lost Highway on DVD has finally reached Canada yet.
Darling du Jour: Marten gaped. “Sweet King Christ Jesus, ‘One-Shot’ Reese.” “That’d be a ‘no’ to the first, ‘yes’ to the second,” Reese replied, with all the bleak coolness of his condition.
Mean Things: Divine comeuppance's a bitch, especially if you're not sure it's Divine. Keep on walkin', gay cowboy revenant!

Okay. Might go back to the 'fic for a day or so, to cleanse my palate. But...damn, man. Just, full-on, damn. I fucking ROCK.;)

Edited to add: More Daniel/Eli, from holymilkshakes: "Possession", by