16th November
Been ill today. Blergh.
Not written much.
But, it's okay. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, and hopefully that'll help me to get better. And then I'll be able to write my little heart out. :)
Excerpt for today:
“God, I wish we had a TV,” Eden moaned. I glared at her. The lack of a television was the least of our worries at the moment. The trailer was falling apart, the window had been boarded up with some wooden boards we had found in a dumpster outside a foodcourt where we had stopped to see if there was any cheap food on offer. We had been unsuccessful with regards to the food, but at least the trailer was a little less drafty now. We’d also had the problem of buying new clothes. The people at the dance club had taken everything else; they’d taken anything they thought would lift a profit, and so now we were driving without TV, radio, or half of the things we had brought with us. Not that we had had much to start with.
“Oh shut up Eden,” Danger retorted. “I don’t think you should be worried about that right now.”
“Well why not?” she asked, short dark hair bouncing as we hit a bump in the road. At least Kez had managed to find that new road map. “I’ve got nothing else to do, have I? We don’t have a fucking TV.”
Words written today: 1,523
Wordcount: 69,084.
Not written much.
But, it's okay. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, and hopefully that'll help me to get better. And then I'll be able to write my little heart out. :)
Excerpt for today:
“God, I wish we had a TV,” Eden moaned. I glared at her. The lack of a television was the least of our worries at the moment. The trailer was falling apart, the window had been boarded up with some wooden boards we had found in a dumpster outside a foodcourt where we had stopped to see if there was any cheap food on offer. We had been unsuccessful with regards to the food, but at least the trailer was a little less drafty now. We’d also had the problem of buying new clothes. The people at the dance club had taken everything else; they’d taken anything they thought would lift a profit, and so now we were driving without TV, radio, or half of the things we had brought with us. Not that we had had much to start with.
“Oh shut up Eden,” Danger retorted. “I don’t think you should be worried about that right now.”
“Well why not?” she asked, short dark hair bouncing as we hit a bump in the road. At least Kez had managed to find that new road map. “I’ve got nothing else to do, have I? We don’t have a fucking TV.”
Words written today: 1,523
Wordcount: 69,084.
posted by Kitty Taylor at 12:58 am
2 Comments:
Really want to know what is happening between your excerpts! Fascinating tidbits :)
I'm glad you're enjoying them! :)
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