writing and dentistry
I guess I’ve bored/sickened my dear readers with this theme, but until I get my teeth fixed there’s no escapement.
Today, I learned that writing zealously before the dentist’s appointment is great; I could open my eyes, stare at her and think “probably this is how Urchin saw the surgeon”, and when she hit a raw place somewhere and murmured gently “this is not the worst thing in the world”, I mentally responded with “uh-uh, I know, having an alien slug implanted in your brain probably would feel worse than this”.
I’m sort of glad I had my mouth full and couldn’t say that out loud.
Also, I had a most bizarre dream involving a wheelchair-riding villain and some alien yuck that makes the skin on your face dissolve. Of course, that went right into the novel.
Right now, I have 15K words and am sort of on track. I’ll shoot for 50 K instead of more though.
