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cheriepriest) wrote2019-11-07 06:06 pm
cheriepriest) wrote2019-11-07 06:06 pm
The culture is lit and I had a ball
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: 1876
Present total word count: 27,081
Things accomplished in real life: Walked the dogs; cleaned up NO dog pee after five days in a row of dog pee city, hot damn; cleaned the whole house; did some laundry; went to the grocery store, went to the liquor store; put out all the trash and recycling.
Things accomplished in fiction: Arranged a meet-cute; got sidetracked a bit on a college application essay being secretly written by one of the deep old ones on behalf of a teenage girl who doesn’t yet have a clue.
Darling duJour: “Every place is a beginning, if you score it right—drag your knife along the surface and create a breaking point, smooth and straight. Lean on the edges, feel the crack. Snap it in half. Divide the moment between then and now.”
Other: I really had to work to squeak the words in today (and in truth, I wrote some of them last night after I finished all my reporting here and at the NaNoWrimo site.
Approximate number of fiction words so far this year: 97,625
Project: Kill Me Now
Deadline: none ::throws confetti::
New words written: 1876
Present total word count: 27,081
Things accomplished in real life: Walked the dogs; cleaned up NO dog pee after five days in a row of dog pee city, hot damn; cleaned the whole house; did some laundry; went to the grocery store, went to the liquor store; put out all the trash and recycling.
Things accomplished in fiction: Arranged a meet-cute; got sidetracked a bit on a college application essay being secretly written by one of the deep old ones on behalf of a teenage girl who doesn’t yet have a clue.
Darling duJour: “Every place is a beginning, if you score it right—drag your knife along the surface and create a breaking point, smooth and straight. Lean on the edges, feel the crack. Snap it in half. Divide the moment between then and now.”
Other: I really had to work to squeak the words in today (and in truth, I wrote some of them last night after I finished all my reporting here and at the NaNoWrimo site.
Approximate number of fiction words so far this year: 97,625