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stillsostrangeNin90: Day 7
Words today: 3848 (some of those were actually written yesterday after I'd logged)
Words total: 15688
15688 / 67500 words. 23% done!
Reason for stopping: end of chapter, and extreme PMS
Words Word don't know: dolmas, honeytrap, greying, stritching, many things German and Greek (mmmm, dolmas...)
Mean things: asking a girl out, sleep dep, attacked by monsters, arrested, betrayal, owing nasty people favors
Opening lines: The city smells different in the mornings. Adrian isn't used to this hour, the sun near to cresting overhead, whitewashed walls glowing fiercely. His eyes ache, especially the left, and he squints against the turquoise glare of doors and window frames, the same fierce shade as the sky. Shards of light dance off windows, sharp enough to cut.
Closing lines: Holly collapses on the bed, lacking even the energy to switch off the lamp. She presses her face into a pillow and tries not to cry, or scream. Jericho, you bastard. And even worse, the voice in the back of her mind that sounds sixteen years old and whispers plaintively--I thought you were my friend. For once sleep swallows her with merciful speed.
This book continues to be lopsided in regards to boyfriend vs. roller derby. One of these drafts I'll get it sorted out.
Words today: 3848 (some of those were actually written yesterday after I'd logged)
Words total: 15688
Reason for stopping: end of chapter, and extreme PMS
Words Word don't know: dolmas, honeytrap, greying, stritching, many things German and Greek (mmmm, dolmas...)
Mean things: asking a girl out, sleep dep, attacked by monsters, arrested, betrayal, owing nasty people favors
Opening lines: The city smells different in the mornings. Adrian isn't used to this hour, the sun near to cresting overhead, whitewashed walls glowing fiercely. His eyes ache, especially the left, and he squints against the turquoise glare of doors and window frames, the same fierce shade as the sky. Shards of light dance off windows, sharp enough to cut.
Closing lines: Holly collapses on the bed, lacking even the energy to switch off the lamp. She presses her face into a pillow and tries not to cry, or scream. Jericho, you bastard. And even worse, the voice in the back of her mind that sounds sixteen years old and whispers plaintively--I thought you were my friend. For once sleep swallows her with merciful speed.
This book continues to be lopsided in regards to boyfriend vs. roller derby. One of these drafts I'll get it sorted out.
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Date: 2008-01-08 05:37 pm (UTC)Because I don't think you could have too much roller derby, really. ;)
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Date: 2008-01-08 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-08 05:46 pm (UTC)