Oh My God

This chapter is killing me, fucking killing me. I haven't had this much trouble for dog's years, and it's frankly all because of Grandma--trying to make her a person rather than a plot device, trying to keep her active and impressive, sympathetic yet scary, struggling (in the main) against my own shitty characterization-of-other reflexes. Best-case scenario, I'd like her to be awesome: Cranky, no-B.S., bodily-reality-based funny in that way the Tribal Band Elder-lady Chorus from Dance Me Outside manage to be ("How do you expect to keep these girls with these actions?"). And yeah, here and there I see it starting to happen--but it's so slllloooowww, SO Goddamn SLOW, Goddamn! I say Goddamn, Goddamnit!

This is the honeymoon's end, I guess. The hard work yuki-onna quite rightly recently pointed out is the fucking backbone of writing. But man, man, man. It just makes me want to pull out my eyes and smash my fingers against the keyboard 'til I bleed out and DIE.

Anyhow. How's by y'all?

A Book of Tongues: THUD

Words added: 699. Okay, I'm outta here.