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The Choicest Piece

496 words. None even close to good. Pitiful, clumsy, foo.  That was supposed to be ‘fool’, but ‘foo’ adds a Mr. T vibe which is entirely inappropriate. Wa wa  Wa Ubaal. I should make a song of it. One in which the dancers have blood rained upon them.

No Hope

564 words, all of them different from one another, I promise. I hardly used the same letters.

It’s true, no hope, but sacrilege, decay, muck, and ruin. An old woman in a frayed robe, stained. The skin of a great serpent.

 

 

Warts

I’ve returned to writing this morning with some success. 722 words. Could have been more, and should have. Definitely none of the words were good. Dwarf, demon, teenager, girls. A necklace of tongues. Virgins. Jungle, jungle, jungle, killer, killer, kill her, etc.

 

Cacophonous

Now that I look at it again, I may remove that word. In any case, 514 this morning. I think 500 words is a reasonable goal on a work day. Hard to do better in such a limited time, though I wish I could do more. Today, among the words, one is actually good. Others [...]

Words

This morning 273 words in about a half an hour. Not bad. Need more time. Good? Nowhere to be found. I’m unsure how I feel about gravity in a non-modern story, especially when referring to body parts. Cacao and cream, sounds good. Snake limbs is somewhat evocative if seemingly nonsensical. Not a lot to chose [...]

I Have Won

Today 1,281 words. Possibly some of them good, I’m not bothering to check. At least one unsuccessful, another nonsense. Avocados, pimples and warts in the same sentence.  Some goop, tentacles undulating. Slurping, breasts, and youthful fantasies. Found a word I’ll come back later to destroy: virtually.

A successful day, and I have homemade donuts.

Illness Has Won

Today nothing, nada, zilch, zero, mei you (that’s probably incorrect). Only lying in bed. Lying to the bed, whispering sweet nadas into its mattress.

Wordfare

Illness has intervened. Yesterday’s count was 209, but would have been more. None of the 209 were good. One was decaying, and presumably still is. Another was equidistant, but that may change.