The alarm saved me from a dream (memory? prophecy?) in which I was the least prepared and most boring GM ever, probably turning the teenagers I was running for off gaming for their entire lives.

Read: “Any Way The Wind Blows” (Seanan McGuire): Reread. Airship, alternate worlds, magic or maybe magitech, and the Flatiron Building. (Because why not suck up to Tor?)

Read: “In Mercy, Rain” (Seanan McGuire): Another from the Wayward Children series, how the girl who got sucked into a world of vampires and mad scientists first met her girlfriend.

Read: One Hundred Wilderness Hexes (d4 Caltrops): Twenty each of forest/mountain/swamp/desert/ocean., with a tag line (“The stone bench”, “Avalanche!”, “Necropolis”, etc) and three tables to take it different directions. Some of them are locations, some are more like events or encounters, none of them are concerned with being level-appropriate, all the monsters have motivations.

Written: 910 kitten words, 3416/3000 for the week. Will I write anything over the weekend, or will I just die of stress at the approaching Corporate Superspreader Event?