3rd November

Paaahhh. I suck so badly. XD I updated my thread on Gaia yesterday, but was too tired to post here as well! It's funny really, I had a weird sudden attack of crazy illness. Like, I don't even know what it was. I had a nice warming bath before bed, thinking it'd relax me after all of the typing I've been doing -- and when I got out I felt kinda dehydrated. So, I got myself a glass of water, and then, almost immediately, like BAM. I lost my vision, felt extremely nauseou, couldn't walk properly or feel my feet or hands. I couldn't heart very well, and it was all very odd. Needless to say, throwing up wasn't fun. But, straight after that, I was fine. I felt a bit weak and shaky (still do, a tiny bit) but that was it. I really don't understand what happened!

In light of this, I think I won't try to put myself too hard with the writing. I'm pretty much on target to hit 50k on Saturday, which is the same time as last year. I think that's pretty damn awesome! Plus, there's no point rushing if I'm going to make myself ill again.

Anyway, the novel is going well. Although I have realised that Leo has a nasty knack of getting himself drugged and abused. It's the second time it's happened in 30,000 words! Yikes. Maybe I should keep an eye on him...

Arabella and Jemima have got a bit of a situation to get out of themselves. Yaaay!

Here's a little piece to be going on with, in all it's unedited glory!

“How am I supposed to look after her if she won’t even come out of the damn bathroom?” she asked. She rubbed her hands over her eyes, and stood there for a moment with her fingers pressed against the bridge of her nose. “What am I supposed to do?”

Leo gazed into her face, realising for the first time how young she actually looked. She had high cheekbones that accentuated the dark depths of her almond shaped eyes. The sadness in her face only served to demonstrate the severe lines of her chin, exaggerate the shiny quality of her eyes. He smiled sadly and shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I never got this far in the parenting book.”

Without thinking, he drew her towards his chest, like he used to do with Lorraine when she couldn’t cry any more. She didn’t resist, although she didn’t exactly seem happy at this contact. Yet, he drew her in, wrapped his arms around her waist and let her head fall onto his shoulder.

She was taller than Lorraine had been, thinner. When he held her it felt like he could, easily, hold her tightly without having to worry that she would break in half, right down the middle. There was a kind of wiry strength within her that he had not expected. It was comfortable, surprisingly so, and they stayed there for a few minutes. Leo breathed in the smell of her hair, a kind of warm cinnamon smell, and tried to think what it was that he could do to help her.

Words written yesterday: 7,237

Total word count last night (day 3): 27,364