And I shall call this nation... Procrasti Nation
So much homework. *weeps*
Ways To Inadvertently Doom Yourself At NaNo, Method #374: Get the Benny Hill theme music stuck in your head while attempting to write a dramatic chase scene. It's like writerly kryptonite, really.
I thought I'd destroyed all hopes of getting anything decent written last night after that, but I may have actually churned out the best chapter of the whole mess at some point in the wee hours. (Ever since I moved to the city, I've wanted to write something about the underground train lines being abandoned and groups of people living down there in the tunnels... Literally an underground community. I find the notion creepy as hell and I love it.) I'm actually starting to think I might attempt to polish this story up after NaNo and post the damn thing in intervals.
Together, they walked down the four flights of precariously crumbling stairs to the underground platform. Geo found himself fighting a disconcerting sense of déjà vu with every step. “It’s dark,” he commented.
Reni laughed, the sound echoing slightly in the empty space. “Yeah, babe. They haven’t exactly been diligent with their maintenance around these parts.”
“Now who’s using big words?” Geo muttered. “Flashlights?”
“Oh no, nonono… They’ll think we’re Hands on a sweep,” Reni told him quickly. “We’ll go in the dark. Your eyes will adjust in a minute.”
“Right,” Geo said, and tried not to worry about exactly who ‘they’ were. If their luck held, they would be able to get through without meeting a single one of ‘them’. “Good thing you know what you’re doing.”
“It helps that only one of us is allowed to freak out at a time, huh?” Reni decided cheerfully. (Somewhere in the gloom, the Fourth Wall gave a despairing groan.) “This way. Watch out for the benches. I don’t know how many times I smacked the hell out of my shins on those stupid things.”
True to Reni’s prediction, Geo’s eyes did adjust to the lack of light fairly quickly, and he was able to make out the old familiar curved ceilings and the dark shapes of long-disused escalator shafts. Advertisements still plastered the walls, faded and torn, futilely announcing the benefits of products that hadn’t been available for years.
This is what I am, Geo realized with a painful jolt. If my heart were a place, it would look like this.
*
Oh, Geo. I am so glad you're awake and narrating instead of Reni again.
Ways To Inadvertently Doom Yourself At NaNo, Method #374: Get the Benny Hill theme music stuck in your head while attempting to write a dramatic chase scene. It's like writerly kryptonite, really.
I thought I'd destroyed all hopes of getting anything decent written last night after that, but I may have actually churned out the best chapter of the whole mess at some point in the wee hours. (Ever since I moved to the city, I've wanted to write something about the underground train lines being abandoned and groups of people living down there in the tunnels... Literally an underground community. I find the notion creepy as hell and I love it.) I'm actually starting to think I might attempt to polish this story up after NaNo and post the damn thing in intervals.
Together, they walked down the four flights of precariously crumbling stairs to the underground platform. Geo found himself fighting a disconcerting sense of déjà vu with every step. “It’s dark,” he commented.
Reni laughed, the sound echoing slightly in the empty space. “Yeah, babe. They haven’t exactly been diligent with their maintenance around these parts.”
“Now who’s using big words?” Geo muttered. “Flashlights?”
“Oh no, nonono… They’ll think we’re Hands on a sweep,” Reni told him quickly. “We’ll go in the dark. Your eyes will adjust in a minute.”
“Right,” Geo said, and tried not to worry about exactly who ‘they’ were. If their luck held, they would be able to get through without meeting a single one of ‘them’. “Good thing you know what you’re doing.”
“It helps that only one of us is allowed to freak out at a time, huh?” Reni decided cheerfully. (Somewhere in the gloom, the Fourth Wall gave a despairing groan.) “This way. Watch out for the benches. I don’t know how many times I smacked the hell out of my shins on those stupid things.”
True to Reni’s prediction, Geo’s eyes did adjust to the lack of light fairly quickly, and he was able to make out the old familiar curved ceilings and the dark shapes of long-disused escalator shafts. Advertisements still plastered the walls, faded and torn, futilely announcing the benefits of products that hadn’t been available for years.
This is what I am, Geo realized with a painful jolt. If my heart were a place, it would look like this.
*
Oh, Geo. I am so glad you're awake and narrating instead of Reni again.