gagged, bound, and craft in a tale

Y'all might have noticed before, if you pay any attention to my musical selections, that Arctic Monkeys really put the "muse" in "music" for me. And thanks to my incredibly lovely mother-in-law, I've finally got "Humbug," with the result that I was so absorbed in writing this morning that I was very nearly late for work. Unfortunately, only some of the 4700 words now in the "Maiden nineteen" googledocs file are actually going into chapter nineteen-- many of them will have to wait for chapters twenty, twenty-one, etc.-- but still, I'm on fire!

(So are some things in Rita's office.)

Dig these, chickadees.

About as bashful as a tribal dance

Coax me out, my love

It's not an alibi you need just yet, oh no, it's something for those beads of sweat

Perfectly placed for the reasonably frightening

Your pastimes consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged

Dear Alex Turner, MAD PROPS on the new sound. (Also, can your hair be less profoundly risible now, kthx.)

Maiden chapter nineteen

Long chapter. Sets up for some future, uh, stuff.

( If you've a lesson to teach me/ I'm listening, ready to learn )