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  <title>I dream about movies</title>
  <subtitle>they won't make of me when I'm dead</subtitle>
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    <name>Bookish dragon with a pen</name>
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  <updated>2015-11-30T10:30:19Z</updated>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-30T10:29:15Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-30T10:30:19Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>PopMaster - Ken Bruce</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">She couldn't find anything to say to that. His gaze robbed her of her words. And he was correct. She did deserve the best that the world had to offer. Maybe even other worlds. Not that she would ever find them. The thought rankled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 51,473&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the best I've ever done for NaNo. I've reached higher, but this is one of the few NaNovels that I think I can finish come December. Just need to find the motivation outside of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=366450" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:366305</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-29T17:48:24Z</published>
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    <dw:music>Clickity Clack - Alela Diane</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">She found herself being led into the hotel. Once the receptionist saw Tyh, he all but fell over himself in order to serve him. No, it wouldn't be a problem for Tyh to have someone share his room. The hotel and its facilities would be available to her, of course, and she would be treated the same way as Tyh himself was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 51,033&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won! I won! I won! Yesterday, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=366305" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-25T17:25:34Z</published>
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    <dw:music>Hammer to Fall - Queen</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">“Nothing,” Bjernu said, who had drawn and nocked an arrow, and who was now searching the sky. “I was saying nothing now where are you, you bastard?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 43,546&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=365880" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:365623</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-24T13:53:13Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-24T13:53:13Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>Sharon Stone fudges her pontulius - The Bugle</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">“Not right now,” Ameena said. She scrubbed at her face, trying to wake up a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 41,077&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=365623" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:365323</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-22T17:30:00Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-22T17:30:00Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>Romance is Dead - Paloma Faith</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">“But they didn't do anything to you? You're not hurt?” Hettie asked. She started looking over Ameena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can we save the examination for when we're alone?” Ameena asked. “Some things I don't do with an audience. That includes taking off my clothes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 37,261&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=365323" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:365199</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-21T17:16:01Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-21T17:16:01Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>Darkness Descends - Laura Marling</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">“How do they even know what I look like?” Ameena said, mostly to herself. Gern had made himself scarce once the woman had started shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 35,135&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=365199" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:364848</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-19T17:12:16Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-19T17:12:16Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>Adventure of a Lifetime - Coldplay</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">Ameena snorted. “That would mean they have to mine for themselves. Dragons are above all extremely lazy. That's never going to happen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 34,085&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=364848" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:364602</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-18T12:32:05Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-18T12:32:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Ameena went over to the desk to the side of the room, behind which sat a man busy scribbling in a ledger. He didn't look up until she cleared her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 31,835&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=364602" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:364398</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-17T14:08:38Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-17T14:08:38Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>There Must Be Some Other Way - Genesis</dw:music>
    <dw:mood>accomplished</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">“Must be nice to be so certain about things,” Hettie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is one of the few things I am,” Ameena said. “The rest I have as much idea about as you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Depends on what you're talking about.” Hettie leaned over the bar again, smiling at Ameena, who raised an eyebrow. “What are some of the other things you know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That's for you to find out,” Ameena said, and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 30,118&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why, every time I have a female character enter a bar, no matter the setting, does she always get a man hitting on her?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=364398" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:364148</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-16T17:14:53Z</published>
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    <dw:music>We Sleep in the Ocean - The Cloud Room</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">“Because in the beginning mother felt sorry for him, having fallen on hard times like he has. And he is right, he is a paying customer. We can't afford to turn those away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 28,064&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=364148" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:363942</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-15T18:31:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It had been a lwhile [sic] since anybody had shown her any form of kindness. Alec, bless his soul, and Emmar had been the only ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 25,519.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=363942" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:363568</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-10T17:09:07Z</published>
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    <dw:music>Life is a Minestrone - 10CC</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">“So I hit them then.” Olgyu rolled her shoulders. “They'll never know what happened.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worcount: 15,719.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=363568" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:363447</id>
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    <title>Writer's block, blargh</title>
    <published>2015-11-06T16:22:29Z</published>
    <updated>2015-11-06T16:22:29Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>Livin' Joy - Dreamer</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">I've hit a snag in my writing. I was getting bogged down in things I didn't want to write about, and it killed my motivation. I think I've added a couple of hundred words yesterday and today combined. But today I took the drastic step of... not writing about that any more, and skipping to the action. Which is major for me, since I always feel obliged to finish what I started. Or I just abandon it completely when the frustration gets to be too much. Hopefully this new move will get some action going, at long last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=363447" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2015-11-04T10:58:50Z</published>
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    <dw:music>Citizen Erased - Muse</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">“The garden is not that far from the main building. Once we’re outside, you’ll be able to see them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 6,204&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=363200" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <published>2015-11-03T13:10:03Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Sister Emmar turned on him. “And you should be in bed as well. I thank you for coming to get me, but you’re not allowed out until I say you can.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 5,222&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=362791" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <published>2015-11-03T09:41:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">“You look like you-. No, I can’t think of a good comparison to make,” a voice said to Ameena’s left, jolting her out of her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 3,366.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=362540" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <published>2015-11-01T16:03:00Z</published>
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    <dw:music>The Lady Lies - Genesis</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">“It’s dangerous outside. How will you keep safe?” Sister Emmar seemed near tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=362299" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <title>It's that time of year again</title>
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    <dw:music>Lovestoned - The Hoosiers</dw:music>
    <dw:mood>anxious</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">Tomorrow, NaNo starts, and I am so far from ready. I mean, I have some idea of what I want to write, but these past few weeks I've also been busy with prepping a D&amp;D-campaign, and so the novel has fallen by the wayside. I don't know if I'm going to be able to it this year. *flails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=362109" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:361796</id>
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    <title>Books read in December</title>
    <published>2015-01-01T14:19:55Z</published>
    <updated>2015-01-01T14:19:55Z</updated>
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    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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    <content type="html">133. The Yard – Alex Grecian&lt;br /&gt;134. Hawkeye, vol. 3: L.A. Woman – Matt Fraction*&lt;br /&gt;135. Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that much this month. December was a busy month at work, so I did not have much brainpower left over for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=361796" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:361626</id>
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    <title>Books read in November</title>
    <published>2014-12-03T21:08:54Z</published>
    <updated>2014-12-03T21:08:54Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>Slight Return - The Bluetones</dw:music>
    <dw:mood>nostalgic</dw:mood>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://bookish-dragon.dreamwidth.org/361626.html#cutid1"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=361626" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:361393</id>
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    <title>NaNovel 2014</title>
    <published>2014-11-27T21:20:06Z</published>
    <updated>2014-11-27T21:20:06Z</updated>
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    <category term="original fic"/>
    <category term="fic: tba"/>
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    <dw:mood>dorky</dw:mood>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
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    <content type="html">has won. I am currently at 51,193 words. In proper NaNo-tradition (f0r me), the story is far from finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why do I keep stumbling over these raging misogynistic assholes in my stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=361393" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:361165</id>
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    <title>Time for drastic measures</title>
    <published>2014-11-16T14:26:29Z</published>
    <updated>2014-11-16T14:26:29Z</updated>
    <category term="writer's block"/>
    <category term="fic: tba"/>
    <category term="nanowrimo"/>
    <category term="original fic"/>
    <dw:mood>predatory</dw:mood>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
    <dw:reply-count>0</dw:reply-count>
    <content type="html">I think I need to set something on fire. In the story, that is. Maybe then something will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=361165" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:360851</id>
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    <title>Blocked</title>
    <published>2014-11-15T16:55:56Z</published>
    <updated>2014-11-15T16:55:56Z</updated>
    <category term="writer's block"/>
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    <category term="original fic"/>
    <category term="fic: tba"/>
    <dw:mood>blank</dw:mood>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
    <dw:reply-count>0</dw:reply-count>
    <content type="html">26K words, and I feel like I am writing myself into a corner. Well, that's not entirely correct. I just don't know where the story is supposed to go from here. For a detective-story there's very little detecting going on, which is partly because I haven't the foggiest what's actually supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the joys of writing in a genre you don't read that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=360851" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:360677</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2014-11-05T16:59:30Z</published>
    <updated>2014-11-05T16:59:59Z</updated>
    <category term="fic: tba"/>
    <category term="wordcount"/>
    <category term="nanowrimo"/>
    <category term="original fic"/>
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    <dw:music>Within You Without You - The Beatles</dw:music>
    <dw:mood>cold</dw:mood>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
    <dw:reply-count>0</dw:reply-count>
    <content type="html">This house, with its grief and a broken-down brother, wasn't helping. I was feeling suffocated, and I had only been here for about half a day. Sleep wasn't coming easily to me that night, and I imagined Jake found it hard as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 11,021&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=360677" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-07-03:528050:360353</id>
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    <title>Last Line of the Day</title>
    <published>2014-11-04T22:26:40Z</published>
    <updated>2014-11-04T22:26:40Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>Even the Losers - Tom Petty &amp; the Heartbreakers</dw:music>
    <dw:mood>frustrated</dw:mood>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
    <dw:reply-count>0</dw:reply-count>
    <content type="html">“That's officer Barnes to you. Come this way. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can walk away. Again.” She turned and led the way to the bull-pen. I got a lot of looks, ranging from curious to somewhat hostile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My FMC has run into an old love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordcount: 9,020&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bookish_dragon&amp;ditemid=360353" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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