the briskwater marewhistling in the dark

today's alpha draft addiction is the em-dash

The playlist for the kelpie story is full of drowning songs. Sinking songs. Listening to it is like having all the air siphoned slowly out of my lungs while weariness expands like a squeaking black balloon in my head.

I suspect I need to write this story very, very quickly — or else very, very slowly.

Probably I will do neither of these things.