7:18 – feeling: murky. Sleeping pill failed :-/. Listening to: Orom (Egyszer, Csondben), Forest of Shadows (Eternal Autumn), Carpathian Forest (The Last Sigh of Nostalgia),  Kult ov Azazel (An Eternity With Satan), Thylord (Maggots Never Surrender) – wait, how the hell did I get here? YouTube is of the devil!

7:49 – Ace Frehley t-shirt: check. Hot ginger drink: check. Ønwåřd!

9:00 – got distracted by aliens, but — page 6!

10:21 – crap. Something I added earlier to add richness puts too much emphasis on a theme that’s already emphasised enough, and confuses the theme into the bargain. I was asked if I couldn’t put in a bit more sumptuousness but I’m finding it harder than expected to find appropriate places to add richesse of expression, and to think of anything suitable when I do find a place. I’ve done a bit, but I may not be able to do more than a bit.

10:52 – Gordon Bennett! Distracted by JM McDermott’s thoughts on the sometimes falseness of literary fiction, via the Vanderblog. I’d like to think some about this, but really don’t have the time. Where are the snows of yesteryear, and the speedballs I used to know? I like donuts.

11:21 – page 7!

12:03 – I had to change some stuff here after doing a bit of research. Hope it gels plausibly with the facts now. Otherwise, just putting stuff back to how it was before I mucked around with it.

12:37 – page 7 nearly done. Up to another important bit. Might knock off for lunch.

1:56 – page 8!

2:34 – page 9!

2:50 – page 10, despite a detour to learn that Ace Frehley’s “Space Ace” character comes from the planet Jendell. Ginger coffee is the goodness. I still like donuts, yet, there are no donuts here. Piano break. No point renting this thing if I don’t play it sometimes.

5:00 – page 11. This is the time of day when I’m very, very distractable. A legitimate bit of research on tennis socks can turn into an hour’s examination of Chloe Sevigny’s wardrobe, then drift into windless, tideless latitudes of men’s fashion. Hearty hearts from me to most of these outfits. Now, over here, I wonder why on earth this look (shall we call it Male Bene Gesserit? Kwisatz Haderach?) hasn’t caught on. And I’d like to take this guy and dress him in proper trousers. Or dress him in proper trousers and then take him. I guess I must just be a philistine.

6:45 – long bath is long again. 600 words to go, plus final minesweeping. Milord is speaking of dinner. Donuts?