I LOVE DAYLIGHT SAVINGS.
I HAVE BEEN UP SINCE 8:30 AND I AM NOT TIRED. I AM GOING TO WRITE A LOT TODAY, BUT FIRST, CLEANING AND SHIT.
AND WHILST I HAVE BEEN FAILING AT A HIGH WORD COUNT FOR NANO, I HAVE NOT BEEN LAX ON STARTING THE PROJECTS EVERY DAY. BEHOLD THE OPENINGS FOR EVERY SHORT STORY SO FAR:
NOVEMBER:
1ST: Cherry thinks that it's fortuitous that her fortune would tell her to be a kid again just as she's thinking about digging into her child's Halloween candy. Dexter is only three, and there's no way in hell he's going to eat all that candy himself, so really, it's her Halloween candy, right? That she had let him go trick or treating two nights in a row in two different places was in no way a reflection on her greed for the can-day.
2ND: Whippoorwill Jones merely hated her name until the first time she saw it in print on her WANTED poster. Then she fucking detested it.
3RD: "That heating blanket doesn't work," I told Carl over breakfast. "It was so hot that I had to throw it off. I kept turning it down."
Carl licked the underside of his spoon, but didn't make a response. I wasn't allowed to talk to him before nine-thirty, but I did anyway, and he ignored it.
4TH: The plaque on the far wall directly in my eyesight each and every day says, "EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH: Alice Shand," accompanied by a girl's blond haired, blue-eyed visage staring sullenly at the camera. It's not me. I've only been working here for three months.
Alice has been dead for seven. Still, employee of the month.
5TH: Additionally, my mother has informed me that she's started having visions. Because that's what every child wants to hear. (Sam gave me this one ages ago.)
6TH: Bert is a traffic cop who hates speeding, red lights, pylons, and anyone behind the wheel of a vehicle. This is not to say that he hates you per se. If you met him on the street and waved a hand, shouting a cheery "Hello there!" you'd probably only get a grunt, but grunts doth not equal hate.
7TH: The best thing for the Cracker Barrel, Dodi thought, was to set it on fire. She never would, but she could dream about it.
8TH: They come to the church bake sale with pies and smiles. They leave with empty hands and sense that they have done something to make the world better.
NOW TO WORK ON EPISODE 7. BYE PEOPLES.
AND WHILST I HAVE BEEN FAILING AT A HIGH WORD COUNT FOR NANO, I HAVE NOT BEEN LAX ON STARTING THE PROJECTS EVERY DAY. BEHOLD THE OPENINGS FOR EVERY SHORT STORY SO FAR:
NOVEMBER:
1ST: Cherry thinks that it's fortuitous that her fortune would tell her to be a kid again just as she's thinking about digging into her child's Halloween candy. Dexter is only three, and there's no way in hell he's going to eat all that candy himself, so really, it's her Halloween candy, right? That she had let him go trick or treating two nights in a row in two different places was in no way a reflection on her greed for the can-day.
2ND: Whippoorwill Jones merely hated her name until the first time she saw it in print on her WANTED poster. Then she fucking detested it.
3RD: "That heating blanket doesn't work," I told Carl over breakfast. "It was so hot that I had to throw it off. I kept turning it down."
Carl licked the underside of his spoon, but didn't make a response. I wasn't allowed to talk to him before nine-thirty, but I did anyway, and he ignored it.
4TH: The plaque on the far wall directly in my eyesight each and every day says, "EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH: Alice Shand," accompanied by a girl's blond haired, blue-eyed visage staring sullenly at the camera. It's not me. I've only been working here for three months.
Alice has been dead for seven. Still, employee of the month.
5TH: Additionally, my mother has informed me that she's started having visions. Because that's what every child wants to hear. (Sam gave me this one ages ago.)
6TH: Bert is a traffic cop who hates speeding, red lights, pylons, and anyone behind the wheel of a vehicle. This is not to say that he hates you per se. If you met him on the street and waved a hand, shouting a cheery "Hello there!" you'd probably only get a grunt, but grunts doth not equal hate.
7TH: The best thing for the Cracker Barrel, Dodi thought, was to set it on fire. She never would, but she could dream about it.
8TH: They come to the church bake sale with pies and smiles. They leave with empty hands and sense that they have done something to make the world better.
NOW TO WORK ON EPISODE 7. BYE PEOPLES.