A God with Really Good Teeth

[strange_aeons]

I notice that I don't seem to be able to focus usefully on more than one serious endeavor at a time. Right now I'm writing like mad — 822 words yesterday, 896 today, not counting the 340 or so that I had to delete today because that just wasn't how that conversation was supposed to go -- but I'm not getting anything else done at all. I'm not even playing Zeus. It's frustrating: I appear to be occupationally monogamous.

At least I'm really enjoying writing again. I don't know how long I can sustain this before I hit another dry spell; I suppose when I get another of those, I'll paint — I miss painting, but I don't want to fuck up this good groove I've got right now.

Anyway, highlights from today's writing, awkward prose and all:

He listened to Sweeney walk away, and tried to fight down a growing conviction that he had just been given an herbal remedy by the same person who only yesterday had helped him onto the most sophisticated piece of technology he had ever handled.

Arunir had features as severe as her hairstyle and the sort of cheekbones she could beat a man to death with if so inclined; she was tall enough to look him in the nose, which was more than he could say for most men.

While I was writing, I said to lstone, who is being very patient with me, 'Damn. What's the word I'm looking for? It's not "travestied" and it's not "debased" or "reduced". The adjective for something that's an inferior version of another thing.'

I added immediately, 'Oh, the word I was looking for was "inferior".'

Bloody typical.