Cherie Priest (
cheriepriest) wrote2019-11-12 06:26 pm
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It's true that visions are seldom all they seem
Here's today’s progress on my modern gothic ghost story about the fallout from a school shooting 25 years ago, told from the POV of four survivors - with Bonus! memories both faulty and true, intergenerational violence and grace alike, and a boarded up school with thirty-two ghosts who know something the police never figured out. This bad-boy is one part The Haunting of Hill House, one part The Frighteners, and one part Bowling for Columbine. Wish me luck.
Project: Kill Me Now
Deadline: none ::throws confetti::
New words written: 1683
Present total word count: 33,128
Things accomplished in real life: Walked the dogs; finessed a new couch into a slightly smaller space than it would prefer; cleaned up a LOT of dog pee at the downstairs landing, dammit; henceforth did another big load of laundry; paid some bills; sorted out a shopping via internet because I didn’t feel like driving; stashed all the old couch’s cushions and stuff into the garage for eventual giveaway to any fool who wants it; cleaned up some dog poo in the yard; finished cleaning the kitchen again; took some stuff out to recycling.
Things accomplished in fiction: Changed POVs; arrived at the Biltmore and got set up; started interviewing a single dad and his 12-year-old daughter; sensed something Very Wrong.
Darling duJour: “[character] was the kind of skinny that’s hit the snooze bar on puberty, all bony arms and bony legs and a training bra with nothing to coach.”
Other: Lucy’s piss party was a good news/bad news affair. Bad news: there was a LOT of dog pee. Good news: she deposited it all on a rubber-backed mat at the downstairs landing (in front of the downstairs door, re: the stairs that go up and out into the yard). Lucy has peed there before, so we always keep the mat partially covered with a towel folded over a pee pad. I think Lucy probably peed there yesterday and we didn’t notice (the towel is a dark color) and she definitely peed there again today - and woo boy howdy, the downstairs smelled terrible.
Bonus Other: I think I got it all, and everything is presently in the laundry or dryer. ::sigh::
Approximate number of fiction words so far this year: 103,672
Project: Kill Me Now
Deadline: none ::throws confetti::
New words written: 1683
Present total word count: 33,128
Things accomplished in real life: Walked the dogs; finessed a new couch into a slightly smaller space than it would prefer; cleaned up a LOT of dog pee at the downstairs landing, dammit; henceforth did another big load of laundry; paid some bills; sorted out a shopping via internet because I didn’t feel like driving; stashed all the old couch’s cushions and stuff into the garage for eventual giveaway to any fool who wants it; cleaned up some dog poo in the yard; finished cleaning the kitchen again; took some stuff out to recycling.
Things accomplished in fiction: Changed POVs; arrived at the Biltmore and got set up; started interviewing a single dad and his 12-year-old daughter; sensed something Very Wrong.
Darling duJour: “[character] was the kind of skinny that’s hit the snooze bar on puberty, all bony arms and bony legs and a training bra with nothing to coach.”
Other: Lucy’s piss party was a good news/bad news affair. Bad news: there was a LOT of dog pee. Good news: she deposited it all on a rubber-backed mat at the downstairs landing (in front of the downstairs door, re: the stairs that go up and out into the yard). Lucy has peed there before, so we always keep the mat partially covered with a towel folded over a pee pad. I think Lucy probably peed there yesterday and we didn’t notice (the towel is a dark color) and she definitely peed there again today - and woo boy howdy, the downstairs smelled terrible.
Bonus Other: I think I got it all, and everything is presently in the laundry or dryer. ::sigh::
Approximate number of fiction words so far this year: 103,672