"Villa Locusta", Extended Mix

So I missed my self-inflicted deadline today, mainly because the overall synopsis of Blood from the Air is kicking my motherfuckin’ ass…I’m fairly certain I’m being considerably too detailed, but I just can’t help myself, because it’s all so useful. Have to make myself push through it tomorrow, though--just cobble some sort of negotiable crap together so I can get it the hell off my back, off and done with. Then we can sit back for the next three weeks, waiting to find out whether Leisure considers it too much dark fantasy and not enough horror for tehir purposes. And I can sail on to the next disaster with a clear conscience, while I still have the energy to do so.

New words (today/yesterday): 2,885.

Sections completed: Three and a half.

Words total: 5,447.

Reasons for stopping: Haven’t yet—the fucker’s going slower than molasses, but at least it’s going. I’ll try and get up early tomorrow morning, polish and insert it into the manuscript as it now exists, polish some more, send it off. The synopsis, which thankfully doesn’t have to be more than three to five pages, can join it later on.

Darling du Jour: "After which came the rumours, flocking in on every hand like psychopomp birds, equally impossible to discount as to prove—-black wonders and obscene miracles enacted across the whole of Herculanaeum, without apparent cause or cure."

Tyop du Jour: Repetition, my old bugaboo—"this this", etc.

Mean Things: All sorts! I’m a bad lady.

Exercise: Weights/machines circuit with Mom, 25 minutes on the treadmill, stretches. Foot hurts, but it was worth it.

DVDs: Prison Break Season One, all damn day.

All right, back to the grind. I'll keep you informed (as if you even WANT to be, at this point)...