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[alexconall]

Unless I call out sick from work—not outside the realm of possibility; I feel horrid—my word count for the day is 175. Of which only 109 words are good words. I have problems with this 'internal editor' thing.

Sistrums jangled, cymbals chimed, castanets clacked, dancers stamped. Meritamun, princess of Kemet, poured a measure of beer for the goddess Hathor and another for herself.

Comments

[redsixwing]

I quite like all the words in that quote bracket. :)

[alexconall]

Eeeexcellent. :)

[sylvaine]

Mellifluous words; I like them.

[alexconall]

Yay!