Burbling along.

Today, after first writing at home, then while commuting to the Arvo Job, a quick reread of today's work as the train pulled into Southern Cross Station revealed that I had used the word burble four times, and always in conjunction with blood.

Now burble is an excellent word - flowy, musicalish, with a touch of froth and bubble - but 4 times in connection with the red stuff in the first 750 words of what will be a 1k story is 3 times too many. So one burbled was changed to flowed, and one to coursed, and the final one to dribbled, although any or all of these might be changed in later drafts.

Burble, burble, burble - just getting it out of my system.