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Story worked on: The Cellist
Word count: 1092 :D
Goal: Achieved!!! (I spelled it right this time!!! :P)

*goes to edit............again!*

My spelling use to be terrible (yes, worse than it is now)! Sometimes I've tried to go back and read stories and other things that I wrote when I was little and I can hardly understand what I was trying to write! =D

well, it just so happens to be midnight-oh-five, so im gonna go and try ot get some sleep. morning!

Hmmm, an hour later where I am. That means that you guys are in central time. Because I'm in eastern time!!!!
Oh, and good luck with today Elaine!
Oh, and good luck with today Elaine!



jkjk. We have actually had a pretty good amount of rain lately. it's a nice change.



*starts beating her head into the desk*

And it's not that I don't trust you, I don't trust creepy stalker people! Don't kill yourself! Life is too precious! What about the mystery man? How did your date go, by the way?

WHAT EVER. Sorry, it's just irritating, lol. *sighs*


Story worked on: Pain (not sure about the title yet)
Word count: 248
Other: Wrote a paragraph in the Write a Paragraph thread
Word count: 131
Total word count for the day: 379
Goal: Achieved!!!


Story worked on: Pain
Word count: 42
Other: Randomness
Word count: 301
Total word count for the day: 343
Goal: Achieved!!!
(Yeah, I didn't get any reviews done. Procrastinator!)

Story worked on: Pain
Last sentence written: (I thought this could be fun!)
It seemed to be seconds yet it lasted an eternity.
Word count: 222
Other: Well, I started to write a paragraph for the Write a Paragraph thread, but then I just kept writing so now it's a story
Last sentence written: (Midnight came in the middle of a sentence so it's only part)
It shook everything...
Word count: 324
Total word count for the day: 546
Goal: Achieved!

Story worked on: Continued to write in the story I started late at night mentioned in the previous post
Last sentence written:
Perhaps that compartment was so old that it had cracked and leaked which would explain the presence of the name floating in my head decades later.
Word count: 214
Total word count for the day: 214
Goal: Achieved!

A steady diet of fevered betrayal and irrevocable love can render the reader so absolutely dependent upon the author for the sustenance of live, that, if such a fast is to continue unchecked for too long, they will be so completely lost to the world of the insane that they will no longer have any connection to reality. If this circumstance is to happen, the reader will then began to hear the voices of the author, joining the world of the characters; conversing with them rather than the solidified persons of their own life and conforming their opinions and actions to the fictionalized rather than the sane. Whether you believe this to be a blessing or a curse, it is the power of the writer and is not to be taken lightly. I should know.
I am a writer; an obvious fact. I am also insane; another obvious fact. A not so apparent aspect of my life is a person who goes by the name of Carlstien Baker. When he first appeared I did not know who he was. Just another person, I assumed. There were so many. He was most likely there to torment my mind which was already dangerously full. I concluded that he was trying to get in the way of my 6th novel. He hung around, lingering in the corners, watching me write. Always coming in at unexpected times, startling me at his sudden appearance, then whisking away before I'd gotten my consciousness back.
I was confident that he would move on in time - preferably short – like they all did, but when he was still there after the publication of the sixth and then throughout the seventh, I began to worry. When the eighth came around, I decided to close the door. I did not lock it however, as that is something I would never do. He contented himself with knocking and what a ruckus that made! It shook everything so that I could not clearly define the outline of any certain object. As I could not work then, I would let him in, under the condition that he watched silently and did not interrupt. This, of course, he carried out uncomplaining.
I do not recall him ever saying much, if indeed, he spoke at all. If he did say a word, I know for certain that it was never “Hello” or “How do you do?”. I followed his lead and turned to him a cold shoulder. I had less reserve than he, however, and more than once, when his presence became too much to bear, I shouted at him to get out. To get out and never come back. He would oblige and leave for a few days, but then would return with his ominous knock.
I suppose he must have told me his name. In any case, I knew it and it troubled me. It seemed familiar for some reason, as if I had heard it when I was a little girl and had stored it away in an old and dusty recess of my mind. Perhaps that compartment was so old that it had cracked and leaked which would explain the presence of the name floating in my head decades later.
I have two titles I'm currently considering. Voices and Never Alone. There may be more in time (I only discovered this story yesterday), but out of these two titles which do you like better?
I don't know. They both sound pretty mysterious, I like that in a title. If I had to choose one of the two ... hmm ... probably never alone. Just 'cause it seems to apply to both the fact that she hears 'voices' and because that guy is always watching her.
Minimum Daily Word Count: 150