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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2012-06-19T21:40:00</title>
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    <lj:music>Glee, "Tongue Tied."</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Words: 1,878.&lt;br /&gt;Total words: 1,878.&lt;br /&gt;Reason for stopping: it's time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;Music: the &lt;i&gt;Rock of Ages&lt;/i&gt; soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;The cats: Alice, bed; Thomas, bed; Lilly, cat tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official: as of tonight, &lt;i&gt;Chimes at Midnight&lt;/i&gt; is properly and officially started.  I've hammered through most of chapter one, I've established the initial conflict that kicks everything else off, and I've remembered why I am so damn in love with this world and the people that it contains.  I know some people are frustrated by the fact that I've gone down to one Toby book a year to make room for InCryptid, and while I desperately hope that someday I'll be able to be full-time and write three urban fantasies a year, there's a beautiful homecoming aspect after having taken this long of a break that's just plain magical.  It's like...this is where I wanted to be, and I barely even knew it.  It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night, I'll knock out another thousand or so words of the Rose Marshall story I'm working on (it's for an anthology), and then I'll finish chapter one of &lt;i&gt;Chimes at Midnight&lt;/i&gt;.  And then I'll probably cry, because here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again.</content>
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