21st, 22nd &23rd November
Here's a nice blog for the last three days, simply because of internet access problems. Actually, that's a lie. Friday night I didn't blog because I fell asleep while still writing, and therefore didn't bother to blog. I was too tired. Yesterday I wrote a nice amount of words (about 5k or something), and today has been another good day as well. I'm making good progress, and should hopefully be able to finish the novel by the end of the month. Maybe. >_> I love Rouge's scenes, especially her scenes with Olive, and I'm looking forward to the next couple of AC scenes, so it shouldn't be too bad.
Excerpt time!
“We just have to try harder,” Olive pointed out. “Look, just because it doesn’t work out first time around, it doesn’t mean you should give up.”
“But this isn’t the first time around,” I said quietly. My nose began to grow numb and so I started to walk, taking steps small enough that Olive could keep up. “This is the third time, now, and I’ve killed people before. I’m not bragging, but it’s not as though I’m some idiot who has just decided that they need to die. I’ve been planning this for years, and yet nothing has happened. Both Queenie and King are both still alive. How can that be?”
“Like I said,” Olive repeated. “Fate. You’ve got to give it some time. Perhaps there is some specific way that it’s meant to be done.”
“But maybe it’s not meant to be done.” I folded my arms across my chest and sighed. “What if I’m not meant to kill them? What if I’ve spent my whole life planning for something that shouldn’t ever happen? I’ve always wanted to rule the world, always wanted to be the one in control, but I can barely even control them. I only started planning for their deaths a few weeks ago, sure, partly because of you- don’t ask me about that- but that shouldn’t matter. Each one of these murders was perfectly planned; I spent hours running through all the angles in my head, working out what would work and what wouldn’t. Come on, Queenie even fell out the window. That kind of stuff just doesn’t happen unless a person is going to die.”
“It was the ground floor window,” Olive said with a small smile. “I don’t think she could ever have killed herself doing that.”
“But that’s my point! She didn’t die, and yet she was supposed to. It makes me feel like I should just give up now.”
“If you give up, though,” Olive said as she held out her arm for a taxi. She knew how much I hated public transport, but I only hoped she would be the one paying. “If you give up on all of this, then what will you do? Is there anything else you could do?”
I thought about this for a moment, and didn’t answer until we had climbed out of the cold and into the back of a cab, telling the driver our address.
“I don’t know,” I answered her, making sure my voice was suitably hushed for such a place. “I’ve never wanted anything else. Ever since I was small, ever since Blue and I were little, I’ve always wanted this. I remember this conversation I had. It must have been when Indie was a baby, and Mum had just fired the nanny, or she quit, or something, and Blue told me that I would never be as powerful as our father. You know, he was very powerful. He worked for the government even before The Directors, but he left when Blue was born...
“Blue told me that I could never be like Dad, because I was a girl. He said that because Papa was descended from the Thau that I would never have a chance to be like him. Magic doesn’t travel through the female genes, he said, and he told me that I would have to watch as he ruled the world...” I trailed off, gazing out of the window as the black and white skyscrapers whizzed past. The snow was falling properly now, and soon there would be a thin white blanket along all of the streets. I shivered. “So, I told him that I would prove him wrong. This is what I’ve wanted since before I can remember wanting anything else.”
“Then how can you give it up?” Olive asked me. “If it means so much to you, if you want it so badly, then how can you let something so small ruin everything?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t know,” I said softly. “I guess it’s just because I’m sick and tired of nothing working out right.”
Words written over the last three days: 14,874
Words written today: 6,188
Word count: 91,197
After a shaky middle two weeks (at least, the poor story has been suffering, and so has my health) I think today has proved that the final week is off to a good start. Not only am I enjoying myself again, I've worked out pretty much everything that I need to include in the novel before the end. I've worked out where both storylines must end, and it's not too bad actualy because there's a similar amount of plot left for each of them. Then, there is the final scene, followed by two epilogues, and then I have to go back and slide in those blogs that I left out (that I was talking about on Saturday), and I'm done! :D
It makes me happy to think about it. And, although there's more plot left than I thought, I'm still getting there, and still hoping that I'll be able to finish it all off in time. :] Then, I can go back to my serious novel (which I'm missing more than I ever thought possible) in time for Christmas and all of the exams. December will be my take-it-easy month, I think. :)
Excerpt time!
“We just have to try harder,” Olive pointed out. “Look, just because it doesn’t work out first time around, it doesn’t mean you should give up.”
“But this isn’t the first time around,” I said quietly. My nose began to grow numb and so I started to walk, taking steps small enough that Olive could keep up. “This is the third time, now, and I’ve killed people before. I’m not bragging, but it’s not as though I’m some idiot who has just decided that they need to die. I’ve been planning this for years, and yet nothing has happened. Both Queenie and King are both still alive. How can that be?”
“Like I said,” Olive repeated. “Fate. You’ve got to give it some time. Perhaps there is some specific way that it’s meant to be done.”
“But maybe it’s not meant to be done.” I folded my arms across my chest and sighed. “What if I’m not meant to kill them? What if I’ve spent my whole life planning for something that shouldn’t ever happen? I’ve always wanted to rule the world, always wanted to be the one in control, but I can barely even control them. I only started planning for their deaths a few weeks ago, sure, partly because of you- don’t ask me about that- but that shouldn’t matter. Each one of these murders was perfectly planned; I spent hours running through all the angles in my head, working out what would work and what wouldn’t. Come on, Queenie even fell out the window. That kind of stuff just doesn’t happen unless a person is going to die.”
“It was the ground floor window,” Olive said with a small smile. “I don’t think she could ever have killed herself doing that.”
“But that’s my point! She didn’t die, and yet she was supposed to. It makes me feel like I should just give up now.”
“If you give up, though,” Olive said as she held out her arm for a taxi. She knew how much I hated public transport, but I only hoped she would be the one paying. “If you give up on all of this, then what will you do? Is there anything else you could do?”
I thought about this for a moment, and didn’t answer until we had climbed out of the cold and into the back of a cab, telling the driver our address.
“I don’t know,” I answered her, making sure my voice was suitably hushed for such a place. “I’ve never wanted anything else. Ever since I was small, ever since Blue and I were little, I’ve always wanted this. I remember this conversation I had. It must have been when Indie was a baby, and Mum had just fired the nanny, or she quit, or something, and Blue told me that I would never be as powerful as our father. You know, he was very powerful. He worked for the government even before The Directors, but he left when Blue was born...
“Blue told me that I could never be like Dad, because I was a girl. He said that because Papa was descended from the Thau that I would never have a chance to be like him. Magic doesn’t travel through the female genes, he said, and he told me that I would have to watch as he ruled the world...” I trailed off, gazing out of the window as the black and white skyscrapers whizzed past. The snow was falling properly now, and soon there would be a thin white blanket along all of the streets. I shivered. “So, I told him that I would prove him wrong. This is what I’ve wanted since before I can remember wanting anything else.”
“Then how can you give it up?” Olive asked me. “If it means so much to you, if you want it so badly, then how can you let something so small ruin everything?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t know,” I said softly. “I guess it’s just because I’m sick and tired of nothing working out right.”
Words written over the last three days: 14,874
Words written today: 6,188
Word count: 91,197
posted by Kitty Taylor at 10:38 pm
2 Comments:
Your word count makes me sick! (In good way :D) I was so happy to get past 40k a day early. Still fascinated by your excerpts!
Hehe, thanks! I'm glad they're still drawing you in. I find them a little dull, but perhaps that's just because I wrote them. O_O
As for word count, reaching goals early is GOOD! I'm just, y'know, a loser without a life. XD
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