Nano - Weekly Post 1 with Teaser
This time last year, I'd pretty much given up on NaNoWriMo as I'd been too busy with assignments for uni, but this year I am free of those for the year. I have informed the other half what it's all about and what I need to do. He's actually been quite good at leaving me alone in the evenings while I write.
Naturally, I spend time with the kids for the few hours between getting home from school and going to bed. I don't seem to be able to write during the day, so I pretend I'm a domestic goddess at this time... sort of.
As soon as the kids are in bed, I'm tapping away, but not always on my NaNo piece. I am far too easily distracted by the various social media sites I have profiles on. But, I have managed 5,137 thus far. The official target for the end of today is 6,667, so I think I can manage it. If there's enough of us over on Skype for a WC (and I close the internet down)
Anyway, here's the teaser for Week 1:
I was always a stubborn child and that didn’t change much as I grew up, well if Uncle Pete was to be believed. I could almost hear his voice saying it as I ripped off my gravy splashed apron and threw it in Joe’s face before I grabbed my bag, my jacket and my tip jar and walked out of his grotty shithole of a cafe.“Sophie, babe. Who’s gonna serve up now?” He acted as if nothing had happened.“Do it yourself you disgusting prick.”“Come on! At least finish your shift. I’ll pay you double.” I could feel six pairs of eyes as every customer present watched us as if we were on Centre Court at Wimbledon.“Shove your shift up your arse you perv.” I slammed the door behind me, not caring if the glass panel fell out or not. I shoved my headphones in my ears, pressed play on my iPod and turned the volume up loud as some angry sounding Linkin’ Park pounded into my head, matching my mood. I lit a cigarette I didn’t want as I stomped along the street towards the bus stop. What I needed was an Ed intervention.“Sophiekins, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” Ed wrapped his arms around me in his usual greeting.“Work? Ha.” I motioned for him to pour me a drink... a large one.“Why did you walk out this time?” He sighed at the thought of me losing yet another job.“Because, Joe is a filthy old fucker who said the only way I could have the pay rise I asked for was if I gave him a blow job.”
I hope you've enjoyed it and come back next week for another. Please remember these teasers are UNEDITED, any mistakes you spot will be fixed in December.
Naturally, I spend time with the kids for the few hours between getting home from school and going to bed. I don't seem to be able to write during the day, so I pretend I'm a domestic goddess at this time... sort of.
As soon as the kids are in bed, I'm tapping away, but not always on my NaNo piece. I am far too easily distracted by the various social media sites I have profiles on. But, I have managed 5,137 thus far. The official target for the end of today is 6,667, so I think I can manage it. If there's enough of us over on Skype for a WC (and I close the internet down)
Anyway, here's the teaser for Week 1:
I was always a stubborn child and that didn’t change much as I grew up, well if Uncle Pete was to be believed. I could almost hear his voice saying it as I ripped off my gravy splashed apron and threw it in Joe’s face before I grabbed my bag, my jacket and my tip jar and walked out of his grotty shithole of a cafe.“Sophie, babe. Who’s gonna serve up now?” He acted as if nothing had happened.“Do it yourself you disgusting prick.”“Come on! At least finish your shift. I’ll pay you double.” I could feel six pairs of eyes as every customer present watched us as if we were on Centre Court at Wimbledon.“Shove your shift up your arse you perv.” I slammed the door behind me, not caring if the glass panel fell out or not. I shoved my headphones in my ears, pressed play on my iPod and turned the volume up loud as some angry sounding Linkin’ Park pounded into my head, matching my mood. I lit a cigarette I didn’t want as I stomped along the street towards the bus stop. What I needed was an Ed intervention.“Sophiekins, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” Ed wrapped his arms around me in his usual greeting.“Work? Ha.” I motioned for him to pour me a drink... a large one.“Why did you walk out this time?” He sighed at the thought of me losing yet another job.“Because, Joe is a filthy old fucker who said the only way I could have the pay rise I asked for was if I gave him a blow job.”
I hope you've enjoyed it and come back next week for another. Please remember these teasers are UNEDITED, any mistakes you spot will be fixed in December.
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