adkjoind Braaaaaaaaaaaains
Good grief. You know how you can get yourself into a nice, consistent schedule, and your days take on a rhythm? Like, for example, on any given day - except for the exceptions - I can sleep a nice, consistent 8 hours. I hate routine but I do love that I can always get my right amount of sleep no matter when I fall asleep. Exceptions being: when I'm sick and need thirteen hours straight, or when I stay up too late for the time I need to be awake, OR when my sinuses are being absolute prats AND I can't seem to sleep anyways AND I went to sleep later than I should have for when I had to wake up.
Oooh, hatrick! Score.
Anyways, it's actually not so bad. Or, it wouldn't be so bad except that I've been awake since 5:30 and went to sleep around 1:00 (was in bed by 12:15, though, ugh).
So, I was talking about rhythm, right? Well, I meant to be going in another direction with it before I got distracted. Lately, I've been getting up between 9 and 11:30 in the morning, since I work evenings, for the most part. Actually, I haven't had a reason to get up before 10 since I started working - except for one Saturday almost a month ago and now today.
My supervisor decided to offer extended hours today. 10-5, or 10-6 or something like that. Tacking extra hours onto the beginning of the shift. Which means leaving here around 8:40 for the bus, to make sure I make all my transfers to get to work on time. Compare that to my usual 2:40 departure.... Yeah, 5:30 does not exist in my day-to-day life anymore. Nothing before 9:00 in the morning does. Doh!
Oh oh oh. Enough of that. My word count before I "fell asleep" (term used loosely), was not bad actually. 1,227/50,000 or, 1,227/5,0001/50,000, if you want to know where I am in terms of the cumulative daily target. I only have 3,774 words, or so, to catch up to where I would want to be to make 50k, which isn't bad for me at this point - although, I'd prefer to be half-way to the daily thing, since my goal is 20k this month.
Here's an excerpt: Tess was staring down at her hands, neither seeing them, nor realizing that she was wringing them together. She was worried about her girl down there. Honestly, what was that girl thinking? It was obvious to her that her daughter was in an unhappy relationship and general situation. It was difficult to watch, especially knowing her daughter’s ambitions and desires to live a full, happy and meaningful life. The man her daughter was dating just had not understanding her goals or dreams - was in fact a creep in every sense of the word. If only there was a way she could help her daughter find the happiness she was working so hard to obtain. She sighed and looked up from the small pond in the courtyard where she was sitting.
There, across the pond and grass she saw something glinting among the border of the flower bed among the nemophila. She rose from the low stone bench and made her way towards the glimmering object, her steps springing lightly in the soft lawn. She knelt by the cheerful white flowers with their purple spots near the edges of the petals, catching the perfume of the night-scented stock, just opening for the evening as the sun went down. She loved that scent, which was the second reason she spent so long sitting by the pond - the first being that she could watch over her loved ones by gazing into it. It took her a moment to remember why she’d come over to the flower bed to begin with but soon she saw the object shimmering in the light of the sunset and she picked it up.
She held it up in the light to examine the thing, which appeared to be a small piece of card-weight paper. Paper, though, did not shimmer, nor did it feel so cool to the touch. It was also heavier than paper and metallic. There was engraving on it, too, in a bold yet fanciful script which read:[Insert Agency Name Here]
777 Dahlia Road
Timely interventions in the affairs of your still-living loved ones.
A business card, she decided. She was tempted to put it back where she had found it, among the nemophila border, but it seemed fated. All of a few moments ago, she had been bemoaning the fact that she could not warn her daughter of a lot of future misery if she stayed on her present path; now there was a chance for Tess to relay her messages, maybe, to her. Keeping the card could not possibly hurt anything, she decided as she slipped it into her skirt pocket and stood.
Slowly Tess made her way to back to her seat by the pond, the weight of the card heavy and unfamiliar in her pocket. With every step it gently hit against her thigh, a constant reminder of its presence. The possibilities that came with it seemed endless but could the agency really help her baby girl? Did she dare approach them? And, really, what could they do to influence events in the world below, she wondered as she sat on her bench. Absentmindedly, she brushed the dirt off her skirt as she tried to catch a glimpse of her daughter in the pond’s calm surface.
I still don't have a name for Tess's daughter, who is my main character. And the section following this seems to be from Selda (one of the antagonists)'s point of view. I'm having fun with it, though. Selda, by the way, is short for Griselda, the revelation of which will provide some fun office gossip and snark. Selda and Lurch (a.k.a. Dezzy Hufsmith), really are unpopular at work, so it will be fun.
If only my main character had a name! If only the agency Leibniz and Agrippa work for had a name! If only Scum had a name! ;)
1,227 / 50,000
(2.454%)
Braaaaaaaaaaains
Oooh, hatrick! Score.
Anyways, it's actually not so bad. Or, it wouldn't be so bad except that I've been awake since 5:30 and went to sleep around 1:00 (was in bed by 12:15, though, ugh).
So, I was talking about rhythm, right? Well, I meant to be going in another direction with it before I got distracted. Lately, I've been getting up between 9 and 11:30 in the morning, since I work evenings, for the most part. Actually, I haven't had a reason to get up before 10 since I started working - except for one Saturday almost a month ago and now today.
My supervisor decided to offer extended hours today. 10-5, or 10-6 or something like that. Tacking extra hours onto the beginning of the shift. Which means leaving here around 8:40 for the bus, to make sure I make all my transfers to get to work on time. Compare that to my usual 2:40 departure.... Yeah, 5:30 does not exist in my day-to-day life anymore. Nothing before 9:00 in the morning does. Doh!
Oh oh oh. Enough of that. My word count before I "fell asleep" (term used loosely), was not bad actually. 1,227/50,000 or, 1,227/5,0001/50,000, if you want to know where I am in terms of the cumulative daily target. I only have 3,774 words, or so, to catch up to where I would want to be to make 50k, which isn't bad for me at this point - although, I'd prefer to be half-way to the daily thing, since my goal is 20k this month.
Here's an excerpt: Tess was staring down at her hands, neither seeing them, nor realizing that she was wringing them together. She was worried about her girl down there. Honestly, what was that girl thinking? It was obvious to her that her daughter was in an unhappy relationship and general situation. It was difficult to watch, especially knowing her daughter’s ambitions and desires to live a full, happy and meaningful life. The man her daughter was dating just had not understanding her goals or dreams - was in fact a creep in every sense of the word. If only there was a way she could help her daughter find the happiness she was working so hard to obtain. She sighed and looked up from the small pond in the courtyard where she was sitting.
There, across the pond and grass she saw something glinting among the border of the flower bed among the nemophila. She rose from the low stone bench and made her way towards the glimmering object, her steps springing lightly in the soft lawn. She knelt by the cheerful white flowers with their purple spots near the edges of the petals, catching the perfume of the night-scented stock, just opening for the evening as the sun went down. She loved that scent, which was the second reason she spent so long sitting by the pond - the first being that she could watch over her loved ones by gazing into it. It took her a moment to remember why she’d come over to the flower bed to begin with but soon she saw the object shimmering in the light of the sunset and she picked it up.
She held it up in the light to examine the thing, which appeared to be a small piece of card-weight paper. Paper, though, did not shimmer, nor did it feel so cool to the touch. It was also heavier than paper and metallic. There was engraving on it, too, in a bold yet fanciful script which read:[Insert Agency Name Here]
777 Dahlia Road
Timely interventions in the affairs of your still-living loved ones.
A business card, she decided. She was tempted to put it back where she had found it, among the nemophila border, but it seemed fated. All of a few moments ago, she had been bemoaning the fact that she could not warn her daughter of a lot of future misery if she stayed on her present path; now there was a chance for Tess to relay her messages, maybe, to her. Keeping the card could not possibly hurt anything, she decided as she slipped it into her skirt pocket and stood.
Slowly Tess made her way to back to her seat by the pond, the weight of the card heavy and unfamiliar in her pocket. With every step it gently hit against her thigh, a constant reminder of its presence. The possibilities that came with it seemed endless but could the agency really help her baby girl? Did she dare approach them? And, really, what could they do to influence events in the world below, she wondered as she sat on her bench. Absentmindedly, she brushed the dirt off her skirt as she tried to catch a glimpse of her daughter in the pond’s calm surface.
I still don't have a name for Tess's daughter, who is my main character. And the section following this seems to be from Selda (one of the antagonists)'s point of view. I'm having fun with it, though. Selda, by the way, is short for Griselda, the revelation of which will provide some fun office gossip and snark. Selda and Lurch (a.k.a. Dezzy Hufsmith), really are unpopular at work, so it will be fun.
If only my main character had a name! If only the agency Leibniz and Agrippa work for had a name! If only Scum had a name! ;)
1,227 / 50,000
(2.454%)
Braaaaaaaaaaains