July 15th, 2003

punkyfish

And miles to go before I sleep

Just passed the 50K mark. Woohoo!

I figure it's going to wind up at around 60K, which is a good amount for YA, I think (especially considering I'm going to have to expand a few things before I get to the chop-chop editing stage). That means I'm in the home stretch. May be able to tie that all up by the end of the week.

It's been kind of frustrating, because I had that realization that I'd misjudged the main character, but it's hard realigning things when you've already written so far in a certain direction. So I keep wavering back and forth. Will have to straighten that all out in the second draft. Am already looking forward to writing the second draft, and haven't finish the first yet. That's a good sign, right? :D

Anyway, in celebration of 50K and my new floppy drive (and to make up for the long stretch without any), here are three snippets from the past two weeks, picked more for enjoyment than quality:

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Peter and Lauren chatted--punctuated, Angie noticed, by frequent arm-grazing on Lauren's part--all the way back to McLellan Ave. She decided her part was simply to listen and speculate. When had Peter met Lauren? How had Peter met Lauren? And most importantly, was he noticing that she was throwing herself at him with all the subtlety of a lovesick yak? Did, in fact, yaks get lovesick, or was it just that it amused her to think of Lauren as one?

Students spilled out of the school as they approached. The lunch bell was ringing inside. Hope broke from their midst and ambled up to meet the trio. She snapped her gum.

"Hey Pete. Angie. All tip-top?"

"Pretty much," Peter said. "Not perfectly usual."

Lauren was eying him curiously. He offered her his hand. "Come on, let's get to the lunch line before all the good stuff's gone."

Angie felt her lips twist. Before she could say that she'd be joining them, too, thank you very much, Hope gave a little cough.

"Why don't you come over to my place for lunch, Ang? My nan's cooking's ten times better than that greasy junk. Oh, and Pete?"

"Yeah?" Peter said, glancing back.

"M at F4 says H."

"All?"

"Yeah."

"All right." He raised his eyebrows at Lauren. "Secret calculus code." They headed up the steps. He'd let go of her hand. Angie uncurled her fingers. Her palm felt sore.

"Gah," Hope said with a gush of cinnamon breath. "Someone please develcro that girl."

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Voila!

And last, if that wasn't entertaining enough, I had to steal this from ashtray_girl because it's just too much fun. Heh.

*wanders merrily off*

mlc