193 words. Still not great, but plugging onwards nonetheless.
Broodiness level reduced somewhat through talking to
brooksmoses and thus no longer feeling that he's unjustifiably out of the loop. Talking to
ibnfirnas,
annwyd, and
oneironaut also useful, and produced a satisfying amount of squid-scented smoke. Have written to
elisem about some of it at
jenett's instigation. Other research continues apace.
One goes to bed contemplating the holy celestial influences of salt and chocolate.
Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side. Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll.
Oh, I nearly forgot. The weird thing about living in Massachusetts is that when the weathermen predict snow, it actually happens.
Broodiness level reduced somewhat through talking to
One goes to bed contemplating the holy celestial influences of salt and chocolate.
Black muddy river, roll on forever, I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side. Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll.
Oh, I nearly forgot. The weird thing about living in Massachusetts is that when the weathermen predict snow, it actually happens.