12th November
Now playing: Something on the radio
Tonight has been something of a disappointment when it comes to writing. I did however do all of my homework and take the dogs for a walk with Mum. She's having some issues with her employer at the moment (all to do with the regionalisation of the Fire and Rescue Service, thank you government imbeciles D<) and so we took the time out to go for a walk this afternoon. I then did homework, had a power nap (damn you sleep!), worked on the plan for my English Literature coursework. So, by the time I got around to writing it was 9:45 pm. Needless to say, I only got 1000 words written. It doesn't matter though, because for the last two nights I've done pretty well, and tomorrow night is going to be another bad one because I'm helping out on the open evening for sixth form, for psychology this year. :D I can catch up on Friday.
An excerpt, not that there's really much point:
The hallway we found ourselves in last let out into a room that was very much like a dressing room, filled with girls of around Boo’s age, dressed in similar clothes to our own. Many of them were preening in front of mirrors, brushing their hair and applying makeup so thickly it looked like half of them were wearing a second skin. We stood in the doorway together, lingering, until one of the girls wandered up to us curiously.
“Who are you?” she asked, wrinkling her pert little nose. “You can’t be here, not with boys.” She eyed Kez, Casper and Cooper with a certain element of disgust, and then turned to me. “Mhmm?”
“We work here,” I said cooly, hoping that she wouldn’t question why we were there, in the room with her.
“Oh.” Suddenly we were a whole lot less interesting, and she was about to flounce away, back to her giggling group of friends, when I held up my hand.
“Hey, we’re kind of new here, and we’ve been told to take me friend here outside for some fresh air. Where’s the back door?”
“Back door?” The girl wrinkled her nose again. “Won’t your Radios go off if you leave the building?”
“We’ve got a special permit,” Danger added, nodding her head. The blonde girl in front of us hovered for a moment, unsure whether to trust us, and then she nodded her head, curls bouncing.
“It’s a bit complicated, but I can show you from here if you like. I’m not doing anything important.”
“We’d appreciate it,” I said hurriedly. “Really, we would.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she murmured airily. “Let me get my shoes.”
Words written today: 1,112
Wordcount: 63,184
Tonight has been something of a disappointment when it comes to writing. I did however do all of my homework and take the dogs for a walk with Mum. She's having some issues with her employer at the moment (all to do with the regionalisation of the Fire and Rescue Service, thank you government imbeciles D<) and so we took the time out to go for a walk this afternoon. I then did homework, had a power nap (damn you sleep!), worked on the plan for my English Literature coursework. So, by the time I got around to writing it was 9:45 pm. Needless to say, I only got 1000 words written. It doesn't matter though, because for the last two nights I've done pretty well, and tomorrow night is going to be another bad one because I'm helping out on the open evening for sixth form, for psychology this year. :D I can catch up on Friday.
An excerpt, not that there's really much point:
The hallway we found ourselves in last let out into a room that was very much like a dressing room, filled with girls of around Boo’s age, dressed in similar clothes to our own. Many of them were preening in front of mirrors, brushing their hair and applying makeup so thickly it looked like half of them were wearing a second skin. We stood in the doorway together, lingering, until one of the girls wandered up to us curiously.
“Who are you?” she asked, wrinkling her pert little nose. “You can’t be here, not with boys.” She eyed Kez, Casper and Cooper with a certain element of disgust, and then turned to me. “Mhmm?”
“We work here,” I said cooly, hoping that she wouldn’t question why we were there, in the room with her.
“Oh.” Suddenly we were a whole lot less interesting, and she was about to flounce away, back to her giggling group of friends, when I held up my hand.
“Hey, we’re kind of new here, and we’ve been told to take me friend here outside for some fresh air. Where’s the back door?”
“Back door?” The girl wrinkled her nose again. “Won’t your Radios go off if you leave the building?”
“We’ve got a special permit,” Danger added, nodding her head. The blonde girl in front of us hovered for a moment, unsure whether to trust us, and then she nodded her head, curls bouncing.
“It’s a bit complicated, but I can show you from here if you like. I’m not doing anything important.”
“We’d appreciate it,” I said hurriedly. “Really, we would.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she murmured airily. “Let me get my shoes.”
Words written today: 1,112
Wordcount: 63,184
posted by Kitty Taylor at 10:26 pm
1 Comments:
Your story sounds really interesting, I want to read more! :D
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