October 2nd, 2009

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OK HOLY COW

First of all, oh man thanks so much to everyone who has donated their dollars so far. You guys are so incredibly amazing it is unbelievable. Thanks to everyone who's sent their well-wishes, too. I totally understand times are tough (otherwise I would not be asking for your money!) and I appreciate your taking the time to give me virtual good vibes. :)

So here's how this is going to work today! A while back on Twitter, I asked for people to provide me with 50 nouns. I took those nouns and made sentences out of them, and then I made paragraphs out of the sentences, and I kind of got a small skeleton idea for a story. Maybe more of an amoeba idea for a story. Okay, so what I have is ideas for characters and I'm just going to throw them in together and see what happens. Also, I'll tell you right now that I've been reading a lot of David Levithan lately, so that may become evident as I kind of want to play with non-fantasy YA.

If you've donated, I'm going to try to work your name into the story somewhere (someone requested a poem, and I'm TOTALLY going to accept the challenge of working in a poem in as well). Updates will be posted hourly, or whenever I decide to take a break.

Keep in mind this is all going to be WAY rough draft stuff. If you're sticking with me and reading as I write, feel free to edit or beta or what have you in comments. I probably won't have time to read the comments today. But I probably will anyway because I'm a huge procrastinator and that's how I roll. I'm procrastinating right now by making this post!

So here's how things currently stand:


200.61 / 500 dollars for rent. 40% there!


0 / 20061 words. 0% done!

These progress meters will go at the top of every progress post. The word count will (hopefully) change as more donations come in, but for now, my goal is 20,061 words. The most I've written in one day is around 10K-12K, so this should be an EXCITING ADVENTURE! And you can still donate to "chewbobington at gmail dot com", and tell folks who may have a dollar or two to spare that they can as well, and that by donating to me, you are not only helping me stay in my apartment, you are also helping to torment me on this day of writing hell. HOORAY!

Okay, enough chatter. Let's get writing.
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Hour One!


220.61 / 500 dollars for rent. 44% there!

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2393 / 22061 words. 11% done!

The truth is, I'd never been much for the goth scene. It never struck me the way it seems to strike some people. I just don't see the appeal in that much black. I mean, I certainly like looking skinny and everything, and black certainly has the slim factor going for it. But throwing a corset on top of all that just made my ribs hurt thinking about it.

So as I watched my friend Miriam lace up her corset strings, my sides gave an involuntary pang of pain.

"This will be my first gig with my new band," she explained. "I want to wear one I've broken in."

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Hour Two!


238.61 / 500 dollars for rent. 48% there!

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4592 / 23861 words. 19% done!

"Dudes! You made it!" This came from Judith, one of Miriam's goth scene friends who remained loyal to The Band regardless of what it was called and who the members were.

"Yeah, we couldn't miss the inaugural gig of Interrobang Widdershins," Colleen said.

Judith nodded, head bobbing in time with the music. "Miriam told me they have a totally new sound now, you know? They've integrated the old stuff with a more electronic feel. Now that they've got Brian on the laptop, it's going to add a whole other dimension!" She let her hands fly up and around her head, fingers spread wide, on the word "dimension".

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Hour Three? Four?


263.61 / 500 dollars for rent. 53% there!

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6726 / 26361 words. 26% done!

Miriam didn't say much to me or Colleen the rest of the weekend. Or even Monday morning at school. In fact, it wasn't until lunchtime, when we all sat in our regular spots at the lunch table, that she bothered to open up and tell us what she had on her mind.

"You guys skipped out on our show this weekend," she said, staring down at the cafeteria spaghetti she swirled around her fork, and pointedly not across the table at us.

"Miri, we didn't 'skip out'. We totally came and supported," Colleen said in an effort to intercept any approaching angst.

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Hour Whatever, I'm not entirely sure at this point, my eyes are starting to blur


296.61 / 500 dollars for rent. 59% there!

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8810 / 29661 words. 30% done!

Colleen gave me the number of the tattoo chick, as promised, and she even managed to hand it over with barely a cracked smile. And of course, now that I actually had the number in my hand, I began to feel the reality of what I wanted. I'd talked to people with tattoos before, and according to them, they hurt. Plus, I had no idea what I wanted to get, or where. What could I emblazon on my person that would be a true, accurate representation of who I am? Something I'd want on my skin forever? Maybe I'd made a huge mistake. Maybe I didn't really need a tattoo to own my "it" after all.

I stuck the card with the tattoo artist's number in my pocket and tried to forget about it. So far, Colleen was the only person who knew about my tattoo aspirations, so if I backed out, I only had her wrath to endure.

Which is of course when I heard "Hey, Mads, Colleen says you're getting a tattoo?" from over my shoulder.

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Hour...Five? Six? Billion? Am I done Yet?


333.11 / 500 dollars for rent. 67% there!

*bounces* Yay! Hooray! I'm more than halfway there! Thank you so much, you guys, I'm starting to feel like all hope is not lost!
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11021 / 33311 words. 33% done!

"So, uh, how do you know her?" he asked.

"We've gone to school together since we were babies."

He nodded. I could practically feel him wanting me to ask him how he knew Miriam, or at least pick up some of the conversational slack.

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Hours and hours and hours and hours....


358.11 / 500 dollars for rent. 72% there!

Ha, already had someone defriend me for all this. SORRY FRIENDS, I PROMISE I WILL ONLY DO THIS FOR TODAY.
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13433 / 35811 words. 38% done!

"Here you go." She handed me a pink glass of ice cold water. I bet it came from a Brita filter, too. "So, do you have an idea of what you'd like?" she asked, sitting down on a couch across from me.

"Not exactly. I was hoping I could look through that book you mentioned earlier?"

Lisa nodded, and gestured to an overflowing notebook sitting immediately on the table in front of me. Leave it to me to miss something so obvious.

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It is food break tiems, I think.
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Some More Words, Some More Hours


388.11 / 500 dollars for rent. 78% there!

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15879 / 38811 words. 41% done!

The club Miriam and Bret chose to occupy was, of course, La Musica Noche. Because that's the only club in town guaranteeing fresh music. So I joined them, hopeful that I would continue to embrace my newfound tattooed me-ness. And hopefully ignore Alec in the process. I got the impression that Miriam might be trying to hook me up with him, and the idea did not appeal to me in the slightest.

The club was hoppin'. Or at least, that's what I've heard people say about clubs, you know, in the movies and stuff. In actuality, it was a pretty low key night at La Musica. There was a local singer/songwriter strumming out some melancholy tunes on their guitar, crooning into the mike about how life never turns out how you expect or something. I could relate. So far, my tattoo hadn't made me as bold and empowered as I'd hoped.

We showed our IDs, got lovely black X's on our hands, and proceeded to the dance floor. I kind of wanted to get the dancing out of the way, but there was no way anyone could dance to this. It was too slow! So instead, I tried to take cues from Miriam and Bret. They, however, had planted themselves right in the middle of a group of people they knew already, and were talking amps and distortion pedals and stuff I had absolutely nothing to contribute to.

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