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Well, that makes the first time I've ever seen 'mosque' come up as a basic vocab set for the 'structures in my city' chapter. On a book produced in the United States, too, so it's not a different culture thing, or at least I'm pretty sure it isn't. Strange. But very cool.

Not much to say. It's good to have the one major writing project down, and now I'm working on all original stuff. Desert novel, original stories, and editing Martine and things. I'm also dicking around with Campaign Cartographer, which is absolutely fucking amazing. I love it to pieces. I think I've figured out where Dorothy's home is, and now I have to find the line of villages she travels to, and everything else. And maybe plot out where some other things take place. It's so, so cool.

Tonight, probably going to see Machete and maybe having dinner at Olive Garden with their whole neverending pasta bowl thing. Mmmm pasta. And until then, poking around at work with the first (hopefully) wholly alert day I've had all week. God, I will be so glad to get back to routines next week you have no idea. Really. I love Dragon*Con, but I will be so glad to get back to routines.

[Fic] Jeremiah

Title: Jeremiah
Source: Long Road
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Characters: Ian?
Word Count: 766
Summary: A quiet night of contemplation for a man on a mission.
A/N: Written for mundane_bingo prompt "Listening to bullfrogs at night"

Sunglasses at night weren't only for singers and vampires. He couldn't explain why he found them comfortable, but definitely they didn't hamper his vision at all. He couldn't keep track of the visions in his eyes, though.

The grass was comfortable. Wet, but comfortable. The sky was full of stars, which wasn't all that common these days. He was enjoying the contrast, little pinprick holes of light against the blanket night of sky with colors only muted by the sunglasses. For whatever reason, he was pretty sure there was science behind it, colors were more vivid at night. They just washed out in the day, everything burnt bright by the sun, though he could adjust. Sort of. Right now the grass was a deep bottle green, the sky was a tie-dyed swirl of blues and purples that made him think of the last be-in he'd been at, smoking a blunt and entrancing girls with his accent. It made him smile.

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