Day Thirteen

[altariel.livejournal.com]

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Yesterday's post: Day Twelve

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[quietann.livejournal.com]

hm. Because the update posts come out in the morning, I usually post the previous day's news.

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.

[octavialuna.livejournal.com]

i wrote 607 more words last night. Here's an excerpt:

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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[tawek.livejournal.com]

That's a relief! Once my stuff gets critted at CWIL, I often can't put the re-editing genie back in the bottle 'til it's worn itself out. But I got it back in the bottle yesterday, and I've pulled my total nearly back on track.

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.

[ex-lark-asc.livejournal.com]

Well, Torchwood 5 took me about ten minutes to sumarise, althogh episode 4 is giving me greater grief. I'll put 'em up in the right order once 4 is complete. My only comment for today is that Jack is NOT THAT KIND OF FAIRY. ;-)

[six-old-cars.livejournal.com]

OK, so I nearly lost all of today (busy at work and a church meeting this evening) but I am determined not to let myself even start on that slippery slope. So when I got home (fifty minutes ago) I turned on the laptop, made a cup of lemon tea, and wrote 340 words. That brings my total to 5130. It's looking like the chapter will be over 6000, though, because I'm only half way through scene 6 of 7, and 7 is a chunky one too.

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.

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Bit of a lean day so far, only 417 words, mainly dialogue, but I think I may just have cracked the block on this chapter, for now...

‘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.’

[vilakins.livejournal.com]

The story however is only about 50% done. What do I do when I hit the 5000 mark? Just stop posting here?

Excerpt:

Determined that this time I was staying, I looked through the rest of the newspaper to see what I was getting myself into. The front page had a story about the Princess Iriana who had been locked up because of her friendship with Narnians. As in animals. Apparently it was for her own good, while she learned to be a well-behaved Telmarine royal, and this worried me a bit. It smacked of Deltas being fourth-class citizens, and people like me who didn't quite fit being reprogrammed so they would (not that it worked with me).

Octavia looked over as she poured the tea. "Oh yes, that's a sad state of affairs. Poor princess."

And in a tower too, just like all the stories. Sounded like she needed a dashing knight to rescue her--and here was me all out of Tarrants.