I'm getting a little nervous
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cornerofmadnessI think a curse has fallen on the house of Evans. Mom fell. Brother's sick. Today my aunt fell down the steps and broke her nose and wrist. Mom said the ER is going to call the cops to see why all the women in the family are in the hospital from 'falls.'
I do random gravity checks on the best of days. I'm shocked this week didn't just kill me. Hell driving back from the writers group meeting I saw SIX herd of deer (one with 12 members) and one baby deer sized dog in the dark. Nothing ran out thankfully.
However I spent 4 hours in the embalming fluid stink. It was so bad that when I came home and tried to get the taste of it out of my mouth (You know what I mean, you smell it so long you can taste it) it overrode the taste of the freaking mouthwash and it was like spitting embalming fluid. Can't wait to learn how much of that nonsense I've absorbed.
Speaking of the writers group, this happened tonight. Nothing like dragging it out!
Also seriously, should I write naughty spicy or sweet spicy?
And thanks toaaronlisa now I want to reread Fray and write something in that verse.
And NOW my villain. It's technically from the second appearance of him and he's just seen Arria and Siaq in battle and he's followed them to a pub to observe them
In his head, he heard his mother's voice asking him, why wasn't he part of the cadre? That was a proper place for a man with magic. Why wasn't he better at it? Didn't he know how disappointing he was.
Dobre shuddered, glancing around, half convinced that his mother was standing behind him, whispering in his ear. She was always nattering on, never leaving him peace. Even here, hundreds of miles away, he heard her non-stop chatter.
She was disappointed? No more than he. His magic was magnificent, dangerous. He could have been a fantastic cadre mage if only things were slightly different. That's all he would have needed, just a tiny bit more. He had to touch the person in order for the magic to work and that alone would make him ill-suited for the cadre. And he only had the one spell and the cadre members almost always had more.
Didn't he feel embarrassed that little girls had his spot among the cadre? they weren't even the proper receptacle for such magic. His mother had to say that at least once a week. Of course, he did but all the prayer in the world - and he had prayed hard for years - didn't seem to granted him the ability to work his magic at a distance nor to pick up new spells.
She was ashamed to be seen around town because he was so embarrassing. "Really, mother?" he muttered. He tried hard. He owned several butcher shops through the town. He was so successful in marketing them, he didn't have to stand all day in blood and guts any more. He could take a vacation like the one he was on. He had enough money to keep his mother in every luxury - and he did - but it was still never enough.
Dobre didn't understand what women wanted. That much had been clear since he was a child. His mother made sure he understood that much. He would never understand women. He would never chose the right one. He'd never even measure up to one magically if his mother was to be believed. He sighed. He didn't know why he would never measure up.
50229 / 50000 words. 100% done!
I do random gravity checks on the best of days. I'm shocked this week didn't just kill me. Hell driving back from the writers group meeting I saw SIX herd of deer (one with 12 members) and one baby deer sized dog in the dark. Nothing ran out thankfully.
However I spent 4 hours in the embalming fluid stink. It was so bad that when I came home and tried to get the taste of it out of my mouth (You know what I mean, you smell it so long you can taste it) it overrode the taste of the freaking mouthwash and it was like spitting embalming fluid. Can't wait to learn how much of that nonsense I've absorbed.
Speaking of the writers group, this happened tonight. Nothing like dragging it out!
Also seriously, should I write naughty spicy or sweet spicy?
And thanks to
aaronlisa now I want to reread Fray and write something in that verse.And NOW my villain. It's technically from the second appearance of him and he's just seen Arria and Siaq in battle and he's followed them to a pub to observe them
In his head, he heard his mother's voice asking him, why wasn't he part of the cadre? That was a proper place for a man with magic. Why wasn't he better at it? Didn't he know how disappointing he was.
Dobre shuddered, glancing around, half convinced that his mother was standing behind him, whispering in his ear. She was always nattering on, never leaving him peace. Even here, hundreds of miles away, he heard her non-stop chatter.
She was disappointed? No more than he. His magic was magnificent, dangerous. He could have been a fantastic cadre mage if only things were slightly different. That's all he would have needed, just a tiny bit more. He had to touch the person in order for the magic to work and that alone would make him ill-suited for the cadre. And he only had the one spell and the cadre members almost always had more.
Didn't he feel embarrassed that little girls had his spot among the cadre? they weren't even the proper receptacle for such magic. His mother had to say that at least once a week. Of course, he did but all the prayer in the world - and he had prayed hard for years - didn't seem to granted him the ability to work his magic at a distance nor to pick up new spells.
She was ashamed to be seen around town because he was so embarrassing. "Really, mother?" he muttered. He tried hard. He owned several butcher shops through the town. He was so successful in marketing them, he didn't have to stand all day in blood and guts any more. He could take a vacation like the one he was on. He had enough money to keep his mother in every luxury - and he did - but it was still never enough.
Dobre didn't understand what women wanted. That much had been clear since he was a child. His mother made sure he understood that much. He would never understand women. He would never chose the right one. He'd never even measure up to one magically if his mother was to be believed. He sighed. He didn't know why he would never measure up.
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Date: 2018-12-01 05:17 am (UTC)Also, be careful. :/
Thank you for sharing all of your excerpts, it's been a blast reading the snippets along the way. :D
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Date: 2018-12-01 05:43 am (UTC)Seriously I feel like I should just stay in the house or something tomorrow.
I'm glad you enjoyed them
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Date: 2018-12-01 12:39 pm (UTC)We have to worry about deer, too. The other night there was a deer standing in one of the lanes of the two-lane highway (used to be a major thoroughfare, now just a two lane road) and I had a moment of o_O before I switched lanes. Thankfully she appeared to be alone.
Congrats on NaNo!
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Date: 2018-12-01 03:09 pm (UTC)Yeah most of my life I've lived where deer outnumber the people. They're lovely creatures, they need not to be darting out onto the road.
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Date: 2018-12-01 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-01 03:08 pm (UTC)