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tsukinofaeriiToday, I finally accepted that my major form of music is about 20 years late at all times. "That fly girl got some back"? Really? Has anyone ever, ever said that sentence? It puts me in mind of when you're a teenager bringing friends over, and your parents call them "homies" and ask if they like that Nin-Ten-Doh thing. All you can do is shake your head and pray for it to end.
Anyway! You may blamevaltyr for any pain I put certain characters through in the near future. She has a way of poking my brain and making me write her crack. One of the major problems I'm having is how to handle a plotline that will slow around the middle. Yay for me, Valtyr loves me and got my brain rolling. In the meantime, I'm still getting going gah! According to my outline, I am on scene seven. Of thirty. :| We are just about to have Major Revelation, which should get things moving, but in the meantime there is a lot of chaff. (sigh) I am a day ahead of where I was at this time last year! Or maybe two. I didn't do the math exactly, just glanced at totals.
My total word count is... 25,079! YAY! (bounces) That means I wrote 3,187 words, and have technically passed my halfway point. It definitely doesn't feel like a halfway though. Not at all. D: Scary.
Anyway! You may blame
valtyr for any pain I put certain characters through in the near future. She has a way of poking my brain and making me write her crack. One of the major problems I'm having is how to handle a plotline that will slow around the middle. Yay for me, Valtyr loves me and got my brain rolling. In the meantime, I'm still getting going gah! According to my outline, I am on scene seven. Of thirty. :| We are just about to have Major Revelation, which should get things moving, but in the meantime there is a lot of chaff. (sigh) I am a day ahead of where I was at this time last year! Or maybe two. I didn't do the math exactly, just glanced at totals.My total word count is... 25,079! YAY! (bounces) That means I wrote 3,187 words, and have technically passed my halfway point. It definitely doesn't feel like a halfway though. Not at all. D: Scary.
The door opened and closed gently as Happy slunk in, staying below the windows until he'd reached a chair. More than one reporter had mistaken him from Rogers or Barton at a distance. He knew as well as she did that any sign of either of them, real or imagined, would have journalists climbing the wall. He slipped up into one of the visitor's chairs with a sigh, looking at her with mournful eyes. "You heard anything from the boss, yet?"
Pepper shook her head and pushed a fallen curl out of her eyes. Usually, her bun held nicely, but she'd been tugging on it in frustration. Hair clips could only take so much. "Not yet, Happy. Sorry."
Step by slow step, Ezrabet slid into the room, coming up behind Celicia and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Her cold chin nestled on Celicia's shoulder as she peered down at the desk. "You work so very hard, my love. More so than your predecessor, I am shamed to say."
She snorted and leaned back into the embrace. The still, quiet night of their homeland embraced her as well, a welcome change from the turmoil that was her new land. "You wrong yourself. Why should you care for duties you intended to cast off?"
"More reason I should have welcomed them. If we care not for what is fleeting, how dare we swear upon the eternal?"
