tiredWords: 1,222.
Total words: 11,260.
Reason for stopping: if I don't go to sleep, I am literally going to pass out.
Music: random things, including a small child telling me about her day.
Lilly: presumably back in Concord, unless she's gone looking for me.
I'm at David and Michelle's for the weekend, but would have felt bad if I didn't at least pretend to do some work on The Mourning Edition. So I pretended my way through a thousand words and a big chunk of the current chapter, which is, y'know, pretty impressive, if a little bit unnerving. I should pretend more often.
Please note that as of this entry, The Mourning Edition has its own icon. That means it's a real book. Also, that means I got my Photoshop working for a little while today. All things come with time and with grace. (I have no idea what I'm going to use as a Discount Armageddon icon, I really don't.)
Progress is pleasing unto me, and I really like where this book seems to be going. We're still in setup, but it's very solid and substantial setup, and it makes me happy. Also, I got to map the driving route between Birds Landing and Berkeley, and that confused Google Maps to no end. Life is good.
Zombies improve everything.
