VS fic, redux

Write 300 words a day - so the saying goes - and at the end of a year you'll have quite the hefty novel. That's plain arithmetic. The part that trips me up is all the words I have to write, to get 300 that work.

There was something about Marco Polo here: the historical one, Italo Calvino's, and mine (I had a Marco Polo too, in a years-ago story where he was shanghaied by a flying saucer to intergalactic immortality, not so much Arthur Dent as Trillian - he had the psychic resources to face a traumatic expansion of horizons, did Signor Polo). But that may as well wait for a more coherent night. Meanwhile, tonight's 300+ words.

( in chronological order, so keep reading and it'll begin to make sense sometime this week )

This post has been brought to you by chocolate truffles and port. I'm not a chocolate junkie by nature, but mmm.

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If you're like me you rarely check up on these things, but now you can set lj's skin for good, not just per session. (Personally I prefer the new XColibur version - not so much because it's less, well, orangepurpley, but because it's much better for reading lj-cut fic. End result rather reminiscent of Torch's website.)

EDIT -- no ficbit tonight, because I skipped forward in the storyline. ^^; But progresses apace.