I spent a good amount of time yesterday getting the plot plotted(hah). I'm feeling a little daunted because there's so much to write, but it did help to get the plan, such as it is, all in one place. It doesn't count toward the wordcount, but it was a worthwhile effort.
Here' today's 300 words:
The hole would need to be at least eighteen inches deep. She worked at the shovel with her foot, wiggling it down and pulled out several good scoops. When she plunged the spade into the hole again, it hit something hard. A root, or a rock, she thought, and shifted over a small way and dug there. After a few tries, the shovel hit the hard thing again. She began again, a little forward, so she had a good circumference going, if nothing else. Again, the shovel was stopped by the hard object. What in the world, she wondered. Would one of the flagstones have sunk this deep? She repositioned the shovel, chopping at the dirt, beginning an entirely new hole a foot from the first, in search of the stone’s edge. Eighteen inches down, the shovel scraped a hard surface. This is crazy, she thought, and sank to her knees to inspect the bottom of the hole. Using her hands, she scooped handfuls of the loose dirt from the hole until she touched something hard. She brushed a last thin layer to the side of the hole and saw a flat black surface. This is no rock, she thought.
She stood up, taking the shovel in hand and began again, a foot over, and dug in earnest, not surprised when the blade struck a solid obstacle, and again, another foot over. Her hands trembled and slipped, and a little cry escaped her lips. Oh my god, how big is a coffin? Six feet? No, you bury them six feet deep. She stopped digging and surveyed the scattering of holes, each with a flat hard surface at its bottom. Of course it’s not a coffin. It’s too big for a coffin.
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I spent a good amount of time yesterday getting the plot plotted(hah). I'm feeling a little daunted because there's so much to write, but it did help to get the plan, such as it is, all in one place. It doesn't count toward the wordcount, but it was a worthwhile effort.
Here' today's 300 words:
The hole would need to be at least eighteen inches deep. She worked at the shovel with her foot, wiggling it down and pulled out several good scoops. When she plunged the spade into the hole again, it hit something hard. A root, or a rock, she thought, and shifted over a small way and dug there. After a few tries, the shovel hit the hard thing again. She began again, a little forward, so she had a good circumference going, if nothing else. Again, the shovel was stopped by the hard object. What in the world, she wondered. Would one of the flagstones have sunk this deep? She repositioned the shovel, chopping at the dirt, beginning an entirely new hole a foot from the first, in search of the stone’s edge. Eighteen inches down, the shovel scraped a hard surface. This is crazy, she thought, and sank to her knees to inspect the bottom of the hole. Using her hands, she scooped handfuls of the loose dirt from the hole until she touched something hard. She brushed a last thin layer to the side of the hole and saw a flat black surface. This is no rock, she thought.
She stood up, taking the shovel in hand and began again, a foot over, and dug in earnest, not surprised when the blade struck a solid obstacle, and again, another foot over. Her hands trembled and slipped, and a little cry escaped her lips. Oh my god, how big is a coffin? Six feet? No, you bury them six feet deep. She stopped digging and surveyed the scattering of holes, each with a flat hard surface at its bottom. Of course it’s not a coffin. It’s too big for a coffin.
Get a grip, Karen, she told herself. Make a grid.