(Or, “Why I shouldn’t drink a bunch of coffee and then sit at home by myself writing stories about corpses during a rainstorm”)
I’m up to 3,300 words on my corpse photography story, which is probably a bit past the halfway mark. I was making excellent progress on it this morning until a gust of wind blew pounding rain into my window right as a dead woman was sneaking up behind one of my characters. Let’s just say I’m a bit jumpy today, and leave it at that. I did manage not to spill my coffee (mainly due to the cup being almost empty).