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“Sown From Salt”, as of right now/today--
New words: 1,221
Sections completed: Seven
Words total: 2,971
Hoping to reach: Under 4,000? Because I think I need to start doing that a lot more often, if I ever hope to go the Sirenia Digest route.;)
Reasons for stopping: Need to get dressed, work out, etc. Also, I stink.
Darling du Jour: Marten stared him straight in the eye, unimpressed by what he maybe took for mere rhetoric. “So how’re you alive then, Mister Reese?” Reese nodded, slightly. “How am I?” He repeated, without much emphasis. Having already asked himself that same question on many an occasion by now, and never yet received any satisfactory answer.
Mean Things: Man with a permanently open wound in his chest after having been shot by "friend" wanders the desert, gets hung. Rain of blood, plague of cowboy revenants to soon follow.
Stuff the Internet Knows: You call a wanted poster a broadsheet, if you're from that particular era.
News of the Cal: VERY chirpy, constantly singing and talking to himself in an actually sort of fun way. Prone to coming up behind you silently and staring fixedly over your shoulder, which you don't really notice 'til you hear this stentorian breathing right behind you. Creepy! My creepy little ASD boy.;))
Okay, having preened enough, I'm off to the bath. Laterz, all.
New words: 1,221
Sections completed: Seven
Words total: 2,971
Hoping to reach: Under 4,000? Because I think I need to start doing that a lot more often, if I ever hope to go the Sirenia Digest route.;)
Reasons for stopping: Need to get dressed, work out, etc. Also, I stink.
Darling du Jour: Marten stared him straight in the eye, unimpressed by what he maybe took for mere rhetoric. “So how’re you alive then, Mister Reese?” Reese nodded, slightly. “How am I?” He repeated, without much emphasis. Having already asked himself that same question on many an occasion by now, and never yet received any satisfactory answer.
Mean Things: Man with a permanently open wound in his chest after having been shot by "friend" wanders the desert, gets hung. Rain of blood, plague of cowboy revenants to soon follow.
Stuff the Internet Knows: You call a wanted poster a broadsheet, if you're from that particular era.
News of the Cal: VERY chirpy, constantly singing and talking to himself in an actually sort of fun way. Prone to coming up behind you silently and staring fixedly over your shoulder, which you don't really notice 'til you hear this stentorian breathing right behind you. Creepy! My creepy little ASD boy.;))
Okay, having preened enough, I'm off to the bath. Laterz, all.
