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[wordwhacker]

Walked uptown this morning after work and made myself comfortable at the The Infusion, a tea shop that eternalism discovered a little while back. I go with the intention just to get tea, but I usually wind up getting something else. Almost always something evil.

I did about an hour and a half of editing while I was there, though I spent enough minutes here and there talking to the lady who owns the shop that I'm only counting it as an hour. More groundwork, since I haven't printed out a copy of my novel yet. (Honestly, I don't think there's much point to it until I get the prose into a slightly more... readable state.) I'm feeling a lot better about my Random Aliens, the basics of their background and how they function. I've hit a point where everything is falling into place. Their motives make sense. Their technology makes sense. The ease the kids have in sneaking around their mothership makes sense.

What is up with this?! I must be doing SOMETHING wrong. But until I figure out what it is, I'm going to do a dance of glee and pray I can keep up the momentum.

I have some menial tasks to do at work tonight, so I think I'll get them out of the way early (for a change) and try to set aside an hour or two to keep hacking away at the early prose.

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[eternalism.livejournal.com]

I want to go to the Infusion now, but my mother has yet to call, so I have no idea what's going on with her, and I told her that I'd wait for her call in case she needed anything.

So instead of randomly writing out possibilities, I'm just continuing with the Rhyn and Faewyn stuff normally. Makes it easier on everyone. It's getting cute the way Faewyn seems to blush whenever Rhyn does anything. XD