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In the watches of the night...
Jun. 24th, 2011 11:26 amThe very awful hot weather tends to make my neighborhood more active in the watches of the night. Since the balcony door is shut all day, I like to leave it cracked at night so the cats have a little more world to enjoy. Last night around 1am, a dog kerfluffle on the lofts green brought me out to the balcony (I always check to make sure no doggies are hurt) and I saw the kilt-wearing man again. I've only ever seen him out at night and in the early early morning. Kilt-wearing vampire? In later watches of the night, there was drunken yelling, both friendly and not, a screeching vehicle crash, and a freight train (they scree as they come around the curve behind the lofts).
*yawn*
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CW Write-a-thon progress: slow but steady. You may have noticed I don't do word counts--I kind of hate word counting.
Gutted scene is rewritten. Things: ritual, memory-unlocking steam, revelations, giant tarsus bones.
Brief snip:
The priestess was silent, and then she said, “Some gifts are more difficult than others.”
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For all write-a-thonners, M.K. Hobson pledges a buck for your best sentence.
*yawn*
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CW Write-a-thon progress: slow but steady. You may have noticed I don't do word counts--I kind of hate word counting.
Gutted scene is rewritten. Things: ritual, memory-unlocking steam, revelations, giant tarsus bones.
Brief snip:
The priestess was silent, and then she said, “Some gifts are more difficult than others.”
*
For all write-a-thonners, M.K. Hobson pledges a buck for your best sentence.
