October 3rd, 2009

Tree Dreaming

Almost to 20K...


391.27 / 500 dollars for rent. 78% there!

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18926 / 39127 words. 48% done!

The next morning came with hazy recollection of my encounter with Wake. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it had happened. Then it came to the forefront, and I let out a huge squeal. It would be a good day, indeed! I lifted my tattoo as best I could to my face, trying to kiss it. It didn't quite work, so instead, I stroked it affectionately. Best night ever? Quite possibly! The dance with Wake completely made up for my excessively lame performance with Alec and Deana. And I'd danced to one song with TWO people, so Colleen couldn't complain.

"No fucking way did you dance with Wake," Colleen said.

"She did! It's true, I was there, I witnessed," Miriam cooed.

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Tree Dreaming

Maybe my last update of the night? 20K anyway!


391.27 / 500 words. 78% done!

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20653 / 39127 words. 53% done!

As I seethed in the back seat, I did some calculations. I'd been gone for at least twenty minutes already. By the time Dan dropped me off at the club, it'd probably be twenty-five. Add to that the three to five minutes it would take to actually stay and listen to one of Miriam's songs, then another twenty minutes to walk home from the club since Dan would be abandoning me. I could only hope my mom didn't try to check on me during that time. And then on top of that, add the fact that I'd blown things so badly with Wake. He'd never put his arms around me again, that's for sure. And I didn't even think I wanted him to. At least I'd finally get to hear the new incarnation of Miriam's band. I tried to cling to that single ray of positivity from all this.

When we finally made it to La Musica Noche, I let myself out, even shooting Dan a "thank you". But as soon as I'd shut the door, he sped off. Colleen stuck her hand out the window, middle finger pointed straight up in the air.

Bitch.

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OH MY GOODNESS THE SLEEPS.

OKAY! I am awake. Apparently driving for three days, hooping for three days, driving for another three days and then proceeding to write for thirteen straight hours makes you TIRED. Who knew? Let's keep rolling. I do have Stuff To Do today, so I don't think I'll make another 20K (I'm going for 5K, actually), but I'll be writing again all day tomorrow. I've ALMOST TOTALLY GOT MY RENT COVERED. You guys are the most awesome human beings alive!

I've gotten a couple defriendings, I'm really sorry for spamming fls but I promise my journal isn't usually like this. Just check my calendar. Ha.

The rest of you, thank you so much for being so helpful and supportive whether you're reading the end result story or not!

I have used several names in the story, but I don't know that I'm going to be able to use everyone's. I've got a lot of names to pick from. Oh, and to whoever requested a poem, it is in the last update! I am not a poet. I'll tell you that right now. And so by proxy, neither are my characters, though they often try. I do find bad poetry kind of hilarious.

ENOUGH PROCRASTINATING. MORE WRITING.

ETA: OH HAI LET'S ROCK THIS SMEYERS STYLE!! Ahem: Here is my playlist for this book. It really means something. (no it doesn't)
Tree Dreaming

Some words before I take off on Saturday Adventures


413.27 / 500 dollars for rent. 83% there!

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23051 / 41327 words. 56% done!

There was a note on my desk when I got to Geometry that day. From Colleen, of course. She wasn't the sort of person to silently hold grudges. She was the sort to fight. To let you know, constantly, how pissed she was with you. I knew this because I had seen her get in these sorts of fights with other people before. But I'd never, ever dreamed that I would be the one on the receiving end of her sharp barbs.

The note had been folded into an origami knife. Very classy. I didn't open it. If she wanted to insult me, she could do it to my face, and I was sure she would, too. I threw the note into the trash can, still folded, wondering if Miriam had gotten a similar treatment.

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