cimorene

the kitty approves of the four-page scene i wrote last night, even though it's not the scene i intended to write (approaching 19,000 words total, which mark i will probably slightly pass, because the scene i've just started really is the actual last one, barring unforeseen disaster). she's awfully cuddly. a purring kitty is a very nice writing accessory to have.

you know what would be an even nicer accessory right now? one of those d'aim ice creams with the little bits of toffee and the chocolate coating.

i always miss a couple of things when i do the dishes, even if i canvass both rooms first--like always.

i am tickled by the idea that this could say something profound about me.

okay, okay. sex scene. epiphanies. um.