I gazed a gazely stare at all the millions here

Here’s today's progress on my modern pseudo-noir young-adult mystery with murder, medical blackmail, pop culture myth-making, missing persons, and a digital Hail Mary that's become an international sensation:
Project: Princess X
Deadline: January 1, 2014
New words written: 1349
Present total word count: 9793 words



Things accomplished in fiction: The website reveals previously undisclosed information, which more or less confirms the conspiracy. Dad's not the only one who's been keeping secrets, but he's the one getting yelled at.

Next up: More webcomic scripting; a trip to Trick's place.

Furthermore: Blargh. Not a great word count. But I got to a good stopping place, and now I need to figure out what the website reveals next. I should probably just sit down and script this in its entirety first - so I can drop it into the chapters where necessary. So why don't I? Eh. I don't know. Maybe I will.

Things accomplished in real life: Daily jaunt around the neighborhood with the dog; cleaned up the bird corner of the yard and did a lot of watering; tended to the garden (though there's more weeding to be done); ran the new garden hose along the house (more of an ordeal than it sounds like); not much else, as the dog alarm clock failed me once again and I got up later than I intended.

Other: The only other thing of note I did today - I wrote a thank-you note to Wendy Davis, because of badass reasons. If you feel moved to do likewise, you can send such things to this address: The Honorable Wendy Davis, Texas State Senate, P.O. Box 12068, Capitol Station, Austin, TX 78711-2068

And also: This, y'all. Suck it, DOMA.

Yardwork other: Didn't get to the butterfly bush jungle yet. It's been hella-hot and muggy; I'll try to tackle it later this afternoon, when things start to cool off a bit.

Animal-related other: Greyson has discovered groundhogs. As far as he can tell, they are AMAZING MAGICAL CREATURES that surely would appreciate being pounced upon and licked by a dog such as himself. Because he's a little dumb, that's why.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 110,278