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Well, this is all very civillised. Sitting on my mom and dad's lawn with my head in the shade and my feet in the sun, wearing my very funky hat.
You can just about make out Abi sunbathing in the middle of the lawn, too. Forgive the complete and utter lack of makeup. Mom's garden looks HUGE from that angle.
Right now, I am working on my retold fairytale, as well as downloading the Charlie Bartlett OST which I think will be beneficial when I come to write the little shit's app. Also, I really really want to try and write a 3000 word Vampire smut story by the end of the month. It'd have Day and Riley in it (hands up if you remember them) and be sort of inspired by these Cat Power lyrics:
Where is the night so warm and so strange
That no one is afraid of themselves
The fairytale is sort of more important to me, but I feel like I could maybe do both if I have a couple of serious writing days at the end of the week. We'll give it a go, anyway.
A month on Tuesday, I'll be like, two hours away from Toronto. I can't. Fucking. Wait.
Here, since you enjoyed this last time, have an extract of the fairytale (which is now called Ship Story, Traveller's Tale):
“If I don’t see men then my father can’t make me pick one to marry.” There was a sharp tilt to her chin then. She had a chip in the corner of one tooth. Pearl could easily imagine touching an imperfect girl like that.
“I’m better than a man,” she said.
Talassa smoothed both hands over her sky-blue dress.
“And how’s that?”
Pearl stepped in closer, so close that, when she drew in a deep breath, her chest brushed against Talassa’s, one of them corseted with bandages, the other corseted with bone.
“Because I can be two things at once,” she said.
Holding her breath, she undid one button, then another. She spread dirty linen and her father’s worn veolvet coat and then she stood still while Talassa studied her.
“Were you very hurt?” Talassa reached out, her fingers brushing the bandages between Pearl’s breasts.
Pearl nodded.
“Many times,” she said. She bit her lip as Talassa’s fingers brushed the curve of her breath, the nipple underneath linen strapping.
“What are you?”
Pearl shrugged her clothes from her shoulders, which left her standing there in her banadages and he rtorn trousers, her tan and the freckles on her shoulders. She pushed one hand back through her hair, hair the colour of damp sand.
“I’m my father’s daughter,” she said.
You can just about make out Abi sunbathing in the middle of the lawn, too. Forgive the complete and utter lack of makeup. Mom's garden looks HUGE from that angle.
Right now, I am working on my retold fairytale, as well as downloading the Charlie Bartlett OST which I think will be beneficial when I come to write the little shit's app. Also, I really really want to try and write a 3000 word Vampire smut story by the end of the month. It'd have Day and Riley in it (hands up if you remember them) and be sort of inspired by these Cat Power lyrics:
Where is the night so warm and so strange
That no one is afraid of themselves
The fairytale is sort of more important to me, but I feel like I could maybe do both if I have a couple of serious writing days at the end of the week. We'll give it a go, anyway.
A month on Tuesday, I'll be like, two hours away from Toronto. I can't. Fucking. Wait.
Here, since you enjoyed this last time, have an extract of the fairytale (which is now called Ship Story, Traveller's Tale):
“If I don’t see men then my father can’t make me pick one to marry.” There was a sharp tilt to her chin then. She had a chip in the corner of one tooth. Pearl could easily imagine touching an imperfect girl like that.
“I’m better than a man,” she said.
Talassa smoothed both hands over her sky-blue dress.
“And how’s that?”
Pearl stepped in closer, so close that, when she drew in a deep breath, her chest brushed against Talassa’s, one of them corseted with bandages, the other corseted with bone.
“Because I can be two things at once,” she said.
Holding her breath, she undid one button, then another. She spread dirty linen and her father’s worn veolvet coat and then she stood still while Talassa studied her.
“Were you very hurt?” Talassa reached out, her fingers brushing the bandages between Pearl’s breasts.
Pearl nodded.
“Many times,” she said. She bit her lip as Talassa’s fingers brushed the curve of her breath, the nipple underneath linen strapping.
“What are you?”
Pearl shrugged her clothes from her shoulders, which left her standing there in her banadages and he rtorn trousers, her tan and the freckles on her shoulders. She pushed one hand back through her hair, hair the colour of damp sand.
“I’m my father’s daughter,” she said.