Thursday, November 27, 2008
Catch up reading
Today I will catch up on my reading of everyone's Nano stories. I've read the first two chapters of Clare's Kali. And I read the first five of Jenny's. ANd I like them both. :)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
nanowrimo 08
National Novel Writing Month 2008
The Road Two – An extraordinary Sequel
By Melissa Hensley and Jennifer Mathis (mostly by Jenny this year).
The Great Space Ship Robbery
It was a cunning plan. A plan so fraught with cunning it was beyond mere hyperbole and was literally the most cunning plan in the world.
"I prefer to think of it as a cunning dog positively rabid with cunning," Turkish said.
"It's a stupid plan," Portia said.
"Fine. Spoil my fun"
Portia fidgeted with her parasol. The lights framing the view screen cast a warm amber glow, tinting her hands and clothing in a vaguely jaundiced light. "Is this wool?"
Turkish ignored Portia and pointed to a distant point on the view screen. "There she is."
"It's itchy."
"She's a grand ship."
"I told you wool makes me itchy." Portia scratched her upper arm. There her shoulder.
"I don't know what the material is. Larissa gave me the fabric."
"You told her no wool, right? Because she's got a stockpile of the stuff she's been trying to get ride of for twenty years."
"We'll get you a new dress on the ship, all right?"
Strangely, this appeased Portia and the itchy became tolerable. "I just can't think when there's a spot in the middle of my shoulder blades that I can't reach," she said.
Turkish dutifully scratched the spot in the middle of her shoulder blades. Someone to scratch the hard to reach itches was simply the best part of having a significant other.
"Thank you. But it's still a stupid plan."
"No. It's an outlandish plan. There's a difference."
A large luxury star cruiser slowly filled the view screen.
The Road Two – An extraordinary Sequel
By Melissa Hensley and Jennifer Mathis (mostly by Jenny this year).
The Great Space Ship Robbery
It was a cunning plan. A plan so fraught with cunning it was beyond mere hyperbole and was literally the most cunning plan in the world.
"I prefer to think of it as a cunning dog positively rabid with cunning," Turkish said.
"It's a stupid plan," Portia said.
"Fine. Spoil my fun"
Portia fidgeted with her parasol. The lights framing the view screen cast a warm amber glow, tinting her hands and clothing in a vaguely jaundiced light. "Is this wool?"
Turkish ignored Portia and pointed to a distant point on the view screen. "There she is."
"It's itchy."
"She's a grand ship."
"I told you wool makes me itchy." Portia scratched her upper arm. There her shoulder.
"I don't know what the material is. Larissa gave me the fabric."
"You told her no wool, right? Because she's got a stockpile of the stuff she's been trying to get ride of for twenty years."
"We'll get you a new dress on the ship, all right?"
Strangely, this appeased Portia and the itchy became tolerable. "I just can't think when there's a spot in the middle of my shoulder blades that I can't reach," she said.
Turkish dutifully scratched the spot in the middle of her shoulder blades. Someone to scratch the hard to reach itches was simply the best part of having a significant other.
"Thank you. But it's still a stupid plan."
"No. It's an outlandish plan. There's a difference."
A large luxury star cruiser slowly filled the view screen.
Technical delays
OK. I copied and pasted my story into blogger, same as always, and I keep getting an HTML error. What?! Class is about to start in five minutes. I figure out how to post this when i get home.
Ammendment: Got it to publish to the blog, not the Lab, though. Oh well.
Ammendment: Got it to publish to the blog, not the Lab, though. Oh well.
Finally! A post
So, my word count in around 250. Pathetic. And I finally posted it to the lab.
I want to try to write some more on Thanksgiving day. I have designated it as a "goof off" day. After that, three more weeks of school, three more papers and a final and I'm done! Until January. Still. I'm so close to the end. My eyes hurt from lack of sleep and I'm tired all the time and constant stress has given me around-the-clock heart burn. I'm chewing zantac like its candy.
I can not wait until this semester is over.
I want to try to write some more on Thanksgiving day. I have designated it as a "goof off" day. After that, three more weeks of school, three more papers and a final and I'm done! Until January. Still. I'm so close to the end. My eyes hurt from lack of sleep and I'm tired all the time and constant stress has given me around-the-clock heart burn. I'm chewing zantac like its candy.
I can not wait until this semester is over.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
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