939 words this morning. Is chocolate guava even a reasonable combination? I should try it before assuming it would taste good. I confess, I have no idea what guava tastes like. But chocolate? Surely that makes anything better.
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600+ words yesterday. A fair production in the time available. I fear I’ve added too much cruft. I’m still going. 1400+ words yesterday. The story grows in unexpected ways. Last week it tried to strangle me, and I was forced to cut one of its grasping, sucking tentacles. It hurt me more than it hurt it. 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. 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.
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.
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 [...] 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 [...] 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. 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. |
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