I'll create a diversion and you run in through the gates.

Hunger strike. Or a pancake and eggs binge.

What Is to Be Done?

A thousand more words before I can go to bed. Sigh.

Does it matter which words? We could take up a collection here.

sixpence neoliberalism trancelike reaffirmation dowser all-night beerhouse brigade dumfounding pump header sufferable advertizer waiter suggestive spokesman peacetime macabre topping fomentation dead-end bluefish windlass looser woodpile cockatiel smellable coalpit cuss splendrous peacetime bookseller misproud menagerie goof-off fire-resisting boutonniere hyacinth wholehearted grocer nerving meadowless guitar handcraft reinflatable rocketeer toast rakish poppycock bitmap sunshiny bambino tailwind split-level buttercup zulu loftier apprisal cauldron only-begotten statistic tetanus holy fiddle-faddle toxoplasmosis anorexic toilet druid unabbreviated fats vileness spindle-legged gang disclosure well-accepted gents nonpayment vaguest turpentine surroundings endless clansman handshaking seedy towrope graffito slipperiest services brushiness well-discussed rose-water czechoslovakian affordable quadrille paddlewheel spurned flotage mulch adulterous orgasm dossier customable ascension mural validatory prizefighter stickball fertile

Some possibilities:

Stay the course
Flee like rats from sinking ship
Rise up and smash the oppressor
Toga party!

I've got "valedictory", "quincunux" and "dord".

another 1350 give or take here. but at least I've settled on a plot.

what genre are you, interrobang?

I've only got three hundred more to go before I hit my nightly quota but I might go for a few hundred more if I can.

How many words are y'all trying to write? I did 1779 and thought that was good. Please don't disillusion me!

As to what's to be done? I don't know but for god's sake don't forget the duck tape!

Let's rise up and stay the course like rats smashing an oppressor on a sinking ship.

And make no mistake. We should do that too.

The 1667 would be a fine thing.

But I left *everything* to November 1. Plotting, characters... even genre. So unfortunately there's been little of those lovely typing bursts in the last 24 1/2 hours and a lot of head scratching and grumbly key stabbing with only the occasional "aha!". Which is fine, but it doesn't translate into much of a word count.

BURN THE WITCH!

Just ignore it, it'll clear up by itself.

* Rip out old foundation
* Lay new concrete footer to code
* Sister weakened joists
* Replace sill and knee joint
* Anchor joists to sill
* Mortar two courses of concrete block
* Anchor sill to block

Yep, starting tomorrow.

That's the burning question, innit?

Resist!

You're either with the resistance or the capacitance.

i was inducted into the reactionists myself.

Dammit, Scody, I was just about to launch into a critique of trade unionism and extol democratic centralism!

What is to be done?

Is that a line from the film The Year of Living Dangerously? Quite the poignant quote, if so.

Whatever you do, don't pick at it. It'll get infected.

what genre are you, interrobang?

It's a superhero novel, believe it or not.