Friday, May 31, 2002
I made good progress with Chapter Eight today, at 1,031 wds. This book tilts towards what will be the first of two climaxes, and the end is almost in sight. Another month, and, if I stand atop my desk on tiptoes, I'll just be able to make it out, a fuzzy blob on the horizon.
I desperately wanted to write something long and erudite this evening, but my brain is mushy from too much word making, so I'm afraid such a post will have to await another night. So, I'll fall back on that hoary old standby, the Lovecraftian limerick, to entertain you:
There once was a shuggoth from Arkham,
Who went to Detroit on a lark'm,
He traveled quite light,
Got in late at night,
And wandered about in the dark'm.
My god. From my ass it came! How can I possibly follow the sheer genius and ineptitude of that! Good night.