I was thinking I’d get a ton of stuff done yesterday, but then remembered I’d purchased tickets for a Halloween concert downtown AND a little table I’d ordered showed up and needed assembling.
Isn’t it cute? It’s sooo compact, which is great for the tiny amount of space my kitchen has available for any sort of table. I was actually fine without one, since I tend to eat in front of the TV anyway, but then I remembered sometimes I like to sew and sewing on the floor just isn’t going to happen. I love this little table though. It’s perfect and the fact that it’s a space saver is even better.
Finish line edits on SHADE. Progress made! I’m 80% finished with this bad boy and I’m hoping to crank the last 20% out just before NaNo. That way I can really relax and know Shade 1 is all polished while I’m making Shade 2. This will happen. I’m determined!!!
Read at least 2 new books. No new progress. I think this will take the NaNo schedule to get me back onto the commute schedule. Hopefully next week I’ll have something to report.
October NaNoWriMo Prep Work. Outline is decent. I’m trying to figure out whether a certain event I want to happen is too large and needs to get pushed back to a Book 3 or if I can still include it. The trouble is I’m not sure what to do between the “now” of the book and that event. I want to include a certain character that at this point makes more sense logistically if she weren’t there, but story wise makes no sense for her to “disappear.” I know I’ll figure it out, it’s just frustrating with a deadline. Maybe this is good practice for industry deadlines in the future.
NaNoWriMo Challenge. Coming in 2 days.
Edit/finish the short stories I do have. No new progress.
A little more from the short story I gave you last week. I’ve tentatively titled this Yellow Rubber Bowls. It’s a flash fiction piece I need to do something with eventually.
Something presses against the bridge of my nose before squeezing around my ears. It smells like pink pencil erasers or brand new shoes. I open my eyes. The man beside me withdraws his hands from my face. He’s wearing the same yellow rubber bowl he’s just put on me.
I never bothered talking to him—not once during our whole flight. Well, I did ask him to move so I could get out to use the restroom, but does that really count as conversation? And now here we were, two people with minutes if not seconds to live and all I know about Mr. Blue Eyes is he wants to make sure I’m breathing all the way to our deaths.
His hand covers mine. It’s warm, steady, and full of affection I’d so desperately wanted for such a long time—affection soon to be obliterated into nothingness. Couldn’t I have learned his name? Just his name. Or maybe asked where he’d been, or why he’d been typing on his laptop? I couldn’t even recall what he’d told the flight attendant he’d wanted to drink.
I feel like this is how I’ll meet that special someone—right before imminent death. *sigh* I guess that means I should learn to pay attention. What do you guys think? Do you pay attention or would you be more like this character? Ready for NaNo, all you participants?