3rd November
Now playing: Katy Perry- Waking Up In Vegas
Don't be a baby, remember what you told me. Shut up and put your money where your mouth is, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas. Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas
So far so good! Today, aside from some extremely emotional shit I've been going through and won't divulge over here, has been fucking awesome. In terms of novels that is. XD Today I didn't get up until 11:45, making the most of my last lie in before school starts again, and then I got myself started writing at about 2pm. It was a little difficult to get started, but I found once I started doing some word wars again the words came quite easily. They're of a questionable quality, but hey. Words are words. :D
So, I now have a grand total of... *drumroll please*
25,000 words!
*parties*
I think that beats last years day three struggle by a fair bit, and I'm very proud of myself. I also think that this novel is going to be quite long, and although I don't REALLY like anything in particular from today, I'll put up a little excerpt thingy anyway. Because I know how much you like to read my shits. :P
(Once again, all typos are intentional. >_>)
“What about if we have questions?” Kez slid the prophecy towards her across the table. “You said you’d answer our questions.”
“I shall try to answer them.”
“Okay, then, what does it mean?” Kez was growing dark in the face, and it was clear that his dislike of the woman had not been at all hampered by the disaster that had occured in his Big Top.
“Ah, that I can’t tell you,” she answered with a smug smile. “That’s not my job.”
“There’s somebody else who has that job?” Vivienne, who looked as though she hadn’t sleep in more than one night after her ordeal involving a kettle and a box of matches rubbed a hand through her hair. Her blonde roots were beginning to show and she looked incredibly annoyed.
“Of course there is.” Oracle reached up and patted in one of her other pockets. “I have her details here... Hold on...” She fumbled around for a moment, and pulled out another piece of paper, equally crumbled and as old as the first. “I’m afraid she’s a little behind the times though, and doesn’t have a phone number. To get your answers you’ll have to go and visit her in person. She runs a little hotel in the south of the city. It’s only a couple of days travel from here, I should think.
“It’s been a while since I last visited her- we were both still in mini skirts back then- but I keep in contact with her via letter. Or, at least, I did until there was that postal strike. They still won’t deliver her mail to that hotel.”
“So we’ve got to go and find a woman in a hotel to ask her more questions about the prophecy on a piece of paper?” Kez asked, his lips barely moving as he tried to restrain himself. We were all tired, and this wasn’t helping. She could at least make it simple for us couldn’t she?
“Exactly!” Oracle cried, her voice breaking at it reached a pitch too high for human ears. She clapped her hands together happily and grinned her trademark stupid grin. “You just have to go and see her, and she’ll know what to do.”
“Right.” Kez sighed and then waited a moment. There was silence as we all became lost in our own thoughts, nursing our respective drinks, and then Oracle coughed.
“Now, if there are no more questions, I still have a coffin to buy. Do you think I should go with a dark coloured wood, or something a little less bold? I was thinking if it’s dark it will stain less, but I’d very much like it to look nice in the church for the ceremony-”
“Orrie,” Danger interrupted and laid a heavy hand on the old woman’s shoulder. “We don’t care. If I were you, I’d leave now before somebody dropkicks you out of the nearest window, hmm?”
“Well, well,” Oracle muttered in lighthearted disgust. “Grumpy much?”
“No, just sleep deprived.”
“Well, you have my number if you need me,” she said as she got to her feet, her unfinished tea sitting where she had left it. What a waste of money. Waste of time, space and effort as well, but the money was important if we were going to be travelling... “Although, you mustn’t call me after Sunday because they’re going to cut the phone lines, or replace the number or something. My neice is moving into my place after the funeral.”
We watched her go together, twelve pairs of eyes firmly fixed on her back and wishing her all the grisly death and violence in the world.
Words written today: 7,186
Wordcount: 25,082
Don't be a baby, remember what you told me. Shut up and put your money where your mouth is, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas. Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now, that's what you get for waking up in Vegas
So far so good! Today, aside from some extremely emotional shit I've been going through and won't divulge over here, has been fucking awesome. In terms of novels that is. XD Today I didn't get up until 11:45, making the most of my last lie in before school starts again, and then I got myself started writing at about 2pm. It was a little difficult to get started, but I found once I started doing some word wars again the words came quite easily. They're of a questionable quality, but hey. Words are words. :D
So, I now have a grand total of... *drumroll please*
25,000 words!
*parties*
I think that beats last years day three struggle by a fair bit, and I'm very proud of myself. I also think that this novel is going to be quite long, and although I don't REALLY like anything in particular from today, I'll put up a little excerpt thingy anyway. Because I know how much you like to read my shits. :P
(Once again, all typos are intentional. >_>)
“What about if we have questions?” Kez slid the prophecy towards her across the table. “You said you’d answer our questions.”
“I shall try to answer them.”
“Okay, then, what does it mean?” Kez was growing dark in the face, and it was clear that his dislike of the woman had not been at all hampered by the disaster that had occured in his Big Top.
“Ah, that I can’t tell you,” she answered with a smug smile. “That’s not my job.”
“There’s somebody else who has that job?” Vivienne, who looked as though she hadn’t sleep in more than one night after her ordeal involving a kettle and a box of matches rubbed a hand through her hair. Her blonde roots were beginning to show and she looked incredibly annoyed.
“Of course there is.” Oracle reached up and patted in one of her other pockets. “I have her details here... Hold on...” She fumbled around for a moment, and pulled out another piece of paper, equally crumbled and as old as the first. “I’m afraid she’s a little behind the times though, and doesn’t have a phone number. To get your answers you’ll have to go and visit her in person. She runs a little hotel in the south of the city. It’s only a couple of days travel from here, I should think.
“It’s been a while since I last visited her- we were both still in mini skirts back then- but I keep in contact with her via letter. Or, at least, I did until there was that postal strike. They still won’t deliver her mail to that hotel.”
“So we’ve got to go and find a woman in a hotel to ask her more questions about the prophecy on a piece of paper?” Kez asked, his lips barely moving as he tried to restrain himself. We were all tired, and this wasn’t helping. She could at least make it simple for us couldn’t she?
“Exactly!” Oracle cried, her voice breaking at it reached a pitch too high for human ears. She clapped her hands together happily and grinned her trademark stupid grin. “You just have to go and see her, and she’ll know what to do.”
“Right.” Kez sighed and then waited a moment. There was silence as we all became lost in our own thoughts, nursing our respective drinks, and then Oracle coughed.
“Now, if there are no more questions, I still have a coffin to buy. Do you think I should go with a dark coloured wood, or something a little less bold? I was thinking if it’s dark it will stain less, but I’d very much like it to look nice in the church for the ceremony-”
“Orrie,” Danger interrupted and laid a heavy hand on the old woman’s shoulder. “We don’t care. If I were you, I’d leave now before somebody dropkicks you out of the nearest window, hmm?”
“Well, well,” Oracle muttered in lighthearted disgust. “Grumpy much?”
“No, just sleep deprived.”
“Well, you have my number if you need me,” she said as she got to her feet, her unfinished tea sitting where she had left it. What a waste of money. Waste of time, space and effort as well, but the money was important if we were going to be travelling... “Although, you mustn’t call me after Sunday because they’re going to cut the phone lines, or replace the number or something. My neice is moving into my place after the funeral.”
We watched her go together, twelve pairs of eyes firmly fixed on her back and wishing her all the grisly death and violence in the world.
Words written today: 7,186
Wordcount: 25,082
Why are these lights so bright? Oh, did we get hitched last night?
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