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Quote above because I've been listening to L7's "Fast and Frightening" quite a bit--more than I should, probably, because it does put me primarily in a Cornish sisters-writin' mood, and Chapter Eleven is thus far resolutely refusing to catch fire. Of course, it doesn't help that I'm in the PMS/change of seasons phase where my feet swell up like horrible pig's trotters, either...but come on! Barely 500 consecutive words over the last three days is pathetic. "Working writer", my fat and spotty ass.

(OTOH, I did finally finish Cool & Dark #9, my John Connolly retrospective piece, for FearZone; that came in at 1,124, and is off to glamberson as we speak. So now I get to think about Thing Next in that regard, too, since I'm at least a month behind.)

So: Now I've got maybe half an hour before I have to go pick Cal up/run him over to Surrey Place, which means I damn well better do more than just squish, clip and move things around. I have some notes I can input--maybe that'll make me feel better.

Amended to add: Okay! 723 words of notes, taking us almost to 72,000 overall. And I...am...out of here.;)