Day Thirteen
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Please post today's updates/excerpts/thoughts/etc. in comments.
Here's today's daily prompt for your updates, excerpts, any thoughts, etc.
Yesterday's post: Day Twelve
Here's today's daily prompt for your updates, excerpts, any thoughts, etc.
Yesterday's post: Day Twelve
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on 2006-11-13 06:27 pm (UTC)Donna/Ivan has been stuck back on the shelf because the Novella is eating my life again. I wrote over 4000 words in about 3 1/2 hours last night for the final chapter. It is still very rough, but the major plot points are all taken care of. And it feels good!
Ges held a cup so his father could spit blood and mucus into it. The coughing fits were getting steadlily worse; the doctors had told the old Count had at the most two weeks to live, and he seemed to have made peace with it. Getting him to go to the hospital at ImpMil, according to Ges's older brother, now the acting Count, had been a chore. He'd wanted to die at home in the District, but the technology required to keep him comfortable could not be installed in a home with no heat, hot water, or electricity.
"So Father, I am going to be a little scarce for the next few days," Ges said. "Always reachable, of course, and the nurses know how to find me if you should... take a turn for the worse."
"Eh, Ges, I seem to be on a slow downhill course here, no cliffs for me to fall over. It's a pity; I'm not afraid of death, but this dying business is getting to me." He coughed again, and Ges held out the cup. More blood this time, less mucus. "So, Aral's going to be in town?"
"Father, how do you always know?"
"A certain look you get in your eyes." Count Vorrutyer smiled, which made Ges blush.
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on 2006-11-13 07:34 pm (UTC)Breakfast was served in the small "living room" -- a common area that held a
Plexiglas-encased television and some round tables with chairs. The lady that had come to get me motioned toward one of the tables. A woman with long brown hair and puffy red eyes sat eating her breakfast off of a plastic tray. Across from her was a full breakfast tray and an empty chair. Hesitantly, I walked over to the table, until I was close enough to see a paper on the tray of food.
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on 2006-11-13 08:10 pm (UTC)And so what's on the mysterious piece of paper on the breakfast table?
We wait for the next exciting installment...
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on 2006-11-13 08:38 pm (UTC)Not really all that exciting, but thank you!!! :-)
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on 2006-11-14 02:17 pm (UTC)Go for it! :-)
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on 2006-11-13 08:03 pm (UTC)Another 1091 words brings me up to 41.6%, still behind the 43.3% I should have, but that's doable by the end of this evening, if the demons of prevarication and distraction don't strike.
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on 2006-11-14 06:45 pm (UTC)State of play at end of yesterday follows (nothing done today so far)
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on 2006-11-13 11:03 pm (UTC)Today's excerpt:
The crowd parted swiftly at the back, but the corridor that was formed narrowed to a point behind the resolutely stationary spokesman. As the A'groff approached, even those in the second row moved aside, but still the man tried to stare Owutt down. Those around him began to look nervous.
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on 2006-11-14 12:05 am (UTC)Good for you. I've slipped a few times myself and had to sprint to make up. Much better to keep a steady pace.
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on 2006-11-14 12:40 am (UTC)‘A handsome devil, was he then, my grandfather?’ he enquired.
‘Yes, very! But it was more his air of dissipation to which I referred. Which reminds me, I have yet to congratulate you upon your betrothal. I am sure Lady Eugenia Sheringham will make a most delightful addition to your family.’
‘Eudora, ma’am,’ he corrected. ‘Eudora Bagshot.’
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on 2006-11-14 12:56 am (UTC)Not the Bagshots of Bag End, surely? (Sorry, couldn't miss the potential for a LoTR crossover)
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on 2006-11-14 10:13 am (UTC)The story however is only about 50% done. What do I do when I hit the 5000 mark? Just stop posting here?
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on 2006-11-14 11:16 am (UTC)Well, Altariel tells us there's no rules for the Pico. But I'd suggest just raise your target to 10,000, and make it a DuoPicoWriMo :)
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on 2006-11-14 02:07 pm (UTC)Keep it coming! I'm with
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