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Apr. 12th, 2010 05:58 pmProject: 'The Fortune-Teller Makes Her Will'.
New words: 1005, plus some rewriting of the start.
First new line: ‘Fire,’ whispered the angels. (Also now the first line of the story. No, there are no guns or firing squads.)
I am mostly liking this story: it flows and froths and unfurls beneath my fingers.
In other news, it's official, today I am![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamaranth's brain.
It must be spring: the cats are treating the house as a hotel, and I have barely seen them all day. On the other hand, for the second day in a row, there have been almost no ladybirds awaiting eviction from our bedroom, so they may all be awake at last.
New words: 1005, plus some rewriting of the start.
First new line: ‘Fire,’ whispered the angels. (Also now the first line of the story. No, there are no guns or firing squads.)
I am mostly liking this story: it flows and froths and unfurls beneath my fingers.
In other news, it's official, today I am
tamaranth's brain.It must be spring: the cats are treating the house as a hotel, and I have barely seen them all day. On the other hand, for the second day in a row, there have been almost no ladybirds awaiting eviction from our bedroom, so they may all be awake at last.
