Nanowrimo 2
Another quick update. I'm doing better on word count than ever before due to being off work at the moment. So something that could be potentially upsetting is actually great because I can write for chunks of the day instead of fret about work I'm not doing :) Serendipity
That's 6440 words at lunch time on Nov 4th because that graphic will update on its own, clever thing
And here's a little excerpt. Briers and his co-spy Miles, who for reasons that made perfect sense when I started the novel is in very convincing drag, have just been to see the classic silent war film Wings:
The film was every bit as good as Briers remembered and he was keen to see what Miles made of it. As they left, surrounded by chattering couples and a bunch of rambunctious youths, Briers nudged Miles and said, "Well, what did you think."
"Stunning," Miles said and made approving comments on Clara Bow's hair, clothing and makeup, until they were out of the crowd then changed tack and got really enthusiastic about the flying and the stunt work. "I can't believe they didn't kill a few pilots making that," he said. "And that young actor who played the Cadet will be worth keeping an eye out for."
"Fancied him did you?" Briers grinned and patted Miles hand. "Don't worry I won't hold it against you. I did too."
Miles fizzed with laughter and added, "The bit that suprised me most though was - well, they kissed. The two men I mean. I know it was only a peck but - dear God."
"I thought you might notice that," Briers said. "I wonder how long it will be before they are able to show two men kissing properly. If ever."
"I know," Miles sigh was soft and Briers slung his arm around his shoulders again to give him a comforting squeeze.
"It's a bastard, isn't it. But at least they've stopped hanging us. Two years hard labour, disgrace and ruination is a little less final."
"It's not always that bad," Miles tilted his head to smile up at Briers. "I knew a man who only got three months with time off for good behaviour. All right, he lost his job and had to move to Canada but ..."
Briers laughed and gave him another squeeze. "What was he arrested for?"
"Ah, sad story. He propositioned an undercover copper in a public lavatory. The judge was sympathetic when he heard that the copper made the first approach but the letter of the law still had to be obeyed."
"Damn." Briers shook his head. "Wouldn't it be smashing if they'd just leave us alone. It's nobody's business but ours what we do as long as it's in private. And believe me, there's so much we could do."
"As long as it doesn't scare the horses is what Mother always says." Miles chuckled. "There are no horses on - where are we? Arlington Street. We could try to scare some pigeons instead?"
That's 6440 words at lunch time on Nov 4th because that graphic will update on its own, clever thing
And here's a little excerpt. Briers and his co-spy Miles, who for reasons that made perfect sense when I started the novel is in very convincing drag, have just been to see the classic silent war film Wings:
The film was every bit as good as Briers remembered and he was keen to see what Miles made of it. As they left, surrounded by chattering couples and a bunch of rambunctious youths, Briers nudged Miles and said, "Well, what did you think."
"Stunning," Miles said and made approving comments on Clara Bow's hair, clothing and makeup, until they were out of the crowd then changed tack and got really enthusiastic about the flying and the stunt work. "I can't believe they didn't kill a few pilots making that," he said. "And that young actor who played the Cadet will be worth keeping an eye out for."
"Fancied him did you?" Briers grinned and patted Miles hand. "Don't worry I won't hold it against you. I did too."
Miles fizzed with laughter and added, "The bit that suprised me most though was - well, they kissed. The two men I mean. I know it was only a peck but - dear God."
"I thought you might notice that," Briers said. "I wonder how long it will be before they are able to show two men kissing properly. If ever."
"I know," Miles sigh was soft and Briers slung his arm around his shoulders again to give him a comforting squeeze.
"It's a bastard, isn't it. But at least they've stopped hanging us. Two years hard labour, disgrace and ruination is a little less final."
"It's not always that bad," Miles tilted his head to smile up at Briers. "I knew a man who only got three months with time off for good behaviour. All right, he lost his job and had to move to Canada but ..."
Briers laughed and gave him another squeeze. "What was he arrested for?"
"Ah, sad story. He propositioned an undercover copper in a public lavatory. The judge was sympathetic when he heard that the copper made the first approach but the letter of the law still had to be obeyed."
"Damn." Briers shook his head. "Wouldn't it be smashing if they'd just leave us alone. It's nobody's business but ours what we do as long as it's in private. And believe me, there's so much we could do."
"As long as it doesn't scare the horses is what Mother always says." Miles chuckled. "There are no horses on - where are we? Arlington Street. We could try to scare some pigeons instead?"