I Wish the Rain Could Cleanse My Horrified Brain

[laguera25]

Because I am mighty mighty like that(like a brick house), I reached my writing goal despite the torrential downpour that has plagued the town since this evening and threatens to dump four inches of rain on the area over the next day or so. The story looks like it's going to be quite lengthy, so long that it might be a two-parter in itself. Only I could spawn a one-shot for a chaptered fic that needed its own chapters. If I'm ever canonized, let my name be Victoria the Verbose, and let my icon be a manuscript with the motto, "I'm almost finished, I swear," written on it. I can be the patron saint of struggling writers and people with a surplus of ideas and a dearth of l33t self-editing skills.

I have chosen my next book, and it is The Bone Garden by Tess Gerritsen. I'm only thirty pages in, but I could happily have lived my whole life without the scene in the 1830s lying-in hospital where the "obstetrician" performs multiple pelvic and cervical exams on multiple women without washing his hands. Even when they have blood and pus from suppurating, septic uteri on them. Do not want, do not want, do NOT want! Soap, motherfucker, learn to use it.