Sunday,
November 15, 2009
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Halfway!
And I'm about to fall over from exhaustion because not only did I crank
out the wordage over the weekend, but we also finished installing the
carpeting in the master bathroom closet/changing room, which meant that
we could finally transfer the clothes from the two rolling clothes racks
in our bedroom into the closet plus the contents of various boxes that
have been piled up in the bay window, which meant that we were on the
cusp of having lots of space in the bedroom for the first time since
we moved in, so Lyndon suggested we go to the Dump and look at bedroom
furniture, and we walked out with a purchase slip and delivery details
for a very nice sleigh bed, matching dresser with mirror and media unit/dresser
(with the mental promise to return next month for a pair of matching
night tables).
*GASP* So, yeah, been busy. And we have to finish cleaning the bedroom
and getting the last of the accoutrements out of there this week so that
the delivery guys can move and put together the furniture this Friday
afternoon, plus I'm going to do my utmost to install the second sink
fitment set and clean up all the construction detritus so that we can
actually use the master bathroom this weekend. Good Lord -- I'll be able
to take a bath again!
Also, the swordfighting scene I'd posted? SO happy-making.
Swordfighting scene?
A snippet from tonight's output, with the villain's name blanked out
to prevent spoilerage:
XXXXXXX brandished his rapier. "What would you have me do," he said,
baring his teeth. "Simply ignore the insults done to me?"
"How did Jane Billings insult you?" Poe said, eyes locked on the blade
in the other man's hand. "What in God's sake could she have said to you
that made her deserve such a death?"
"That little trollop thought she could get around me by getting in pup
by Stiles, and her slut of a mother thought that she could blackmail
me into pressing a suit between Stiles and the youngest bitch of the
family," the younger man said, as if it were obvious. "I merely taught
them both a lesson they richly deserved."
The writer imagined Mrs. Billings' gore-stained mouth, and grimaced. "And
Maggie?" he demanded. "What did you plan to do to that innocent child?"
XXXXXXX chuckled, a hideous sound. "That's quite the rich statement,
coming from a jumped-up colonial who married his thirteen-year-old cousin," he
taunted. "A fan of green fruit, are you? Did she weep when you breached
her on your wedding night? Beg you to leave her be? Cry for her mother?"
Poe clenched his teeth, fighting down a surge of rage. "Mention my
late wife once more," he grated, "and it will be the last thing you do
with that foul tongue of yours."
"Oh, gracious. My apologies, sir." XXXXXXX bowed mockingly, waving
his sword like a conductor's baton. "And pray tell, how do you intend
to enforce this injunction?"
There was no more time. Poe took his Malacca walking stick in both hands,
pulling on the handle. Two and a half feet of razor-sharp Toledo steel
slid out of the wood. "A gift from my current wife," he said grimly.
A gleeful smile suffused XXXXXXX's features, driving out all semblance
of sanity. With a cry he leapt forward, his blade thrusting for Poe's
throat. Poe parried, stepping backwards with the surefooted gait of a
West Point swordsman, and the clash of steel on steel rang in the night
air.