A good imagination gone bad?

[la_marquise]

Nearly 800 words dictated to dragon today (and the mishearings are growing fewer, and, alas, less silly).
There is still mud.
Tentacular, flesh-chewing, blood-sucking mud.
I am writing pulp. I'm doomed.

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Thank you.
I am so tired of fighting this book. Now, with the mud, suddenly it loves me again, and that is wonderful, in a slightly worrying way.