Today’s word count: 4295!
Total word count: 67,175 of 90,000.
Percent completion: 74.6%.
Beautiful things: stair-spindles, winter grass, bright scraps, wallpaper flowers.
Horrible things: Terrence’s people in hospitals, Terrence’s poor lungs.
Favourite sentence: “His spirit saw it too: Chicago in all of itself, under the sun.”
Reason for stopping: to write this blog post, because that’s what I felt like doing.
Fetishes: South African bead bracelets.
Sustenance: the rest of the corn chips, more grilled cheese, more Picholine olives, little tomatoes, soy maple latte.
Playlist highlights: Airmech by Front Line Assembly. (Why does my novel about urban magicians require its soundtrack to be a concept album about mecha? I don’t know! The mysteries of creativity!)
Bonus: although Tybalt mostly prefers the cat tree, he also napped on my copy of The Waste Land. Cute and literary!
