What The Hell Am I Doing?

1455 words, bringing it up to 36,300 even. The characters are still yammering about the philosophical implications of what they're doing. (And relationship worries are surfacing, much to one character's dismay. I wonder if she'll be able to weather them.) But the war is coming down the pike with inevitability. Soon, all of the hand-wringing will be put to the test. Are they who they think they are? Will their resolve fail at the last moment? Who knows? Certainly not me.

That Was… Intense

I wrote 2377 words, bringing the running total to 38,677. Everything I wrote is part of an extended dream sequence (the wizard, Ahlissa, is trying to get some information about a threat only she can sense coming, and she is wandering in the dream world to do so). It was… not exactly porny, but a portion of it was pretty intensely and graphically sexual, in a surrealist way. There was a universe-spanning phallus, an intersexed goat-man who was also at the same time a bull and a stag, and a cosmically significant orgasm/explosion of kundalini serpent power that resulted in the creation of the world, sort of. I tried to pack as much Freudian, Jungian, and mystic/mythic/magical significance into the scene as I could, and I'm actually pretty pleased with the result. It could probably do with some editing, but there's a lot that I like about it.