The best thing about building strange, comical looking human facsimiles out of ice is that they melt, deforming slowly, becoming sinister mutant things in the grip of a strange, inexorable plague, wasting pitifully away.
At least, I like it.
Today I wrote words. Then I edited some other words. The end result is that, cumulatively, my total word count for today is….
I’m in negative word equity. Sometimes I wonder why I do this to myself.