Red Tash's Blog, page 255
November 7, 2011
"As cheesy as it sounds we all just need to follow our dreams and never settle for less. Once we find..."
Nanowrimo Day 7
The sandwiches he brought back were...
Nanowrimo Day 7
The sandwiches he brought back were good—just not what I'd expected.
"You thought I was going to drag in a billy goat, didn't you?"
"Or a kid," I said.
He stared at me a long moment. "You mean a child? Or a goat kid?" The corners of his eyes crinkled. Laugh lines. I was safe.
and another:
The smell of curdled garbage hit me like a tsunami. "Your place is a dump," I said.
"In a dump, my dear. In a dump. And the proper term is 'landfill,' these days." A discarded refrigerator lay on its side, nearby. Harlow opened the door and gestured for me to get in.
Actually, I rather liked this entire chapter and there was precious little I needed to change. It's got a great flow, and it feels like a very natural interaction between the two characters. That's something, considering I wrote this three years ago, and only wrote Harlow's chapters leading up to it more recently. Jumping around in time is hard on the brain. What does he know about her? Is he under a spell, or has he just been keeping his distance for his own safety?
I worked any questions I'd had about Harlow's state of mind out, thank Goddess. That was before this chapter.
I only got about 350 new words written today, and they all had to do with Harlow's trip to the Sub shop. I'm still pretty exhausted from this weekend, so I think that's all I have to give today, but we'll see. Maybe I can fit some more in later.
Funny, I was dozing yesterday afternoon, taking a nap because I hadn't slept well the night before. CBS Sunday morning on the DVR. I woke up just before they ran a story on sleeplessness in Louisville, KY. For those of you who do not know, I live in the Louisville area. They blamed the UPS hub, and the fact that one of our interstate bridges is out.
What's funny is that while my husband does have to get up an hour earlier every day to get ready to face that ridiculous traffic, I use the time in the morning to write. So, if not for the chronic sleeplessness that they were detailing for their segment, I wouldn't be so far along with all this here book-writin' 'n' promotin' 'n' stuff, y'all.
But I am exhausted today and sleep debt wins. I can click around, but I don't trust myself to write.
Oh, what I wouldn't give for a butterbeer spiked with espresso from my favorite coffee shop.
November 6, 2011
npr:
smokesandballoons:
Forsyth Park Fountain
Savannah,...
npr:
Forsyth Park Fountain
Savannah, GA
10/2/11
Savannah really is an American treasure. I visited this past spring for the first time in forever. There's a lot to like! —Wright
Nanowrimo Day 6:
Notable Nanos:
"I name thee, I claim...
Nanowrimo Day 6:
Notable Nanos:
"I name thee, I claim thee, a price of blood you pay me."
The blackness overtook me again, but this time it was the golden sunshine of Harlow's face that I saw as I drifted into the ether, into the waiting virtue of night.
There's only thing that smells like a landfill. No question about it. I awoke to the charming scent of of Eau de County Dump.
"God, you really know nothing about all this, do you? Do you even know what you are?"
The way he said it made me feel really stupid all of a sudden. I mean, I knew there was some mumbling about a prophesy, knew I was my sister's Protector or Guardian or something, knew I couldn't go back home again, and knew that there were all kinds of grisly men roaming the countryside sprouting tusks out of their lower jaws. I also knew there was no point in bullshitting this guy about any of that.
"I don't know Jack Shit, dude. You better start talking."
