Ooo, I'm first today. Just a few more words and a bit of a rewrite to an earlier scene...
Between breakfast and other morning chores, it was close to nine by the time they walked from their small attic apartment and down into the chaos that was the Solo household.
“Is it too late to retreat?”
“Mom, Grampy and Poppy are up. Can I turn cartoons on NOW?” Alex bellowed his question from the foot of the stairs.
“Too late. We have been spotted,” Napoleon said, laughing.
“All right, Alex, but keep it down.” Illya’s daughter, Lisle, waved up at them, tiredness written across her face. She was holding a twin in each arm. She knelt and set them on their feet. Peter managed a few tottering steps, then dropped to all fours and heading toward the sound of the TV. Inessa cocked her head first one way and then the other and started to walk, holding onto and available surface to keep from falling.
As Napoleon and Illya neared the bottom of the stairs, she gave each one a hug. “Morning, you two. I hope I don’t look as bad as you do.”
Another ~120 words about the Taynuilt monument. It's something.
The reason they could get it done so quickly, of course, is that there was nothing to build - the monument is a single standing stone, which had fallen and was lifted again.
I so enjoy your walking reports! I did a search on the monument - that's quite an impressive hunk of stone, and I read there had been other pillar stones lying in the same field this one was found. The Taynuilt area is beautiful.
Lack of success so far today. RL hosed up my morning, and I had no ambition this afternoon. I will give it a try in the early evening. Maybe out on the patio, when it's cooled off a bit out there. Oh! I did have a 50 word brainstorm for an idea about the story's end this morning and wrote that down in my notebook! So Hah, I Wrote Today!
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on 2019-07-02 01:32 pm (UTC)Between breakfast and other morning chores, it was close to nine by the time they walked from their small attic apartment and down into the chaos that was the Solo household.
“Is it too late to retreat?”
“Mom, Grampy and Poppy are up. Can I turn cartoons on NOW?” Alex bellowed his question from the foot of the stairs.
“Too late. We have been spotted,” Napoleon said, laughing.
“All right, Alex, but keep it down.” Illya’s daughter, Lisle, waved up at them, tiredness written across her face. She was holding a twin in each arm. She knelt and set them on their feet. Peter managed a few tottering steps, then dropped to all fours and heading toward the sound of the TV. Inessa cocked her head first one way and then the other and started to walk, holding onto and available surface to keep from falling.
As Napoleon and Illya neared the bottom of the stairs, she gave each one a hug. “Morning, you two. I hope I don’t look as bad as you do.”
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on 2019-07-02 09:52 pm (UTC)Good going on the story!
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on 2019-07-03 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
on 2019-07-03 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2019-07-02 09:35 pm (UTC)The reason they could get it done so quickly, of course, is that there was nothing to build - the monument is a single standing stone, which had fallen and was lifted again.
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on 2019-07-02 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2019-07-03 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
on 2019-07-03 04:53 am (UTC)*HUGS*
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on 2019-07-03 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
on 2019-07-05 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2019-07-02 09:50 pm (UTC)Oh! I did have a 50 word brainstorm for an idea about the story's end this morning and wrote that down in my notebook! So Hah, I Wrote Today!
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on 2019-07-03 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2019-07-03 11:47 am (UTC)And congrats on the brainstorm. I love those.
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on 2019-07-02 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2019-07-03 11:47 am (UTC)