the bathroom window

original story thinger

2010-07-09T21:15:14Z

She dismissed the giggling maids before they could turn their naughty smiles to her and then struggled out of her dress, tossing it on the floor in a pathetic display of rebellion that did little to cool her ire.

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drabblish

2010-02-03T22:02:50Z

Cole sat and waited and watched and hated each of the uniform-clad students that dripped off the buses and slithered in long lines into the school. He only had one cigarette left from the pack he'd nicked from X and it dangled from his lips, getting increasingly damp and bent as the morning aged into afternoon. If it wasn't smoked soon, it'd be the wasted spoils of a particularly daring bit of burglary, but Cole's lighter stayed in his back pocket and the soggy cigarette drooped toward his chin.

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bad writing: sempiternal drabble

2009-12-09T19:45:48Z

When she turned away from the closed door, P was already at the windows. The light filtering in made a pretty silhouette of him and he stood still enough for a few minutes that he was almost a statue carved delicately out of marble. T scrunched her hands into fists and hated him even more.

"So," she said, and he turned around. "How long has it been going on?"

"T," he began beseechingly, "just-"

"Answer me!"

He pressed his lips flat and shrugged. "Ask J."

"I'm asking you!"

"Look, what do you want me to say? Sorry?"

"How - I mean - how could you, with J -"

His shoulders moved again. For a moment he looked just like J had, closed and distant, sneering down at the intruder. He knew why she had come to him after J had locked the door and his wards flared red in her face. And so, an instant later, he softened and dragged his hands through his hair.

"Sorry," he said to the ceiling. "It wasn't supposed to happen."

She had cried all night and into the sink by the window in the first floor bathroom. She scrubbed at her swollen eyes as more tears squeezed themselves out and wiggled through the powder she had packed over her crimson cheeks. She turned away from P to spare him from her wet emotions.

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More NaNoing

2009-11-29T16:50:49Z

SQ
Working on: Rescuing Mari from the docks, bringing her back to Atlantic Ave for the final battle.
Word for this chapter: 1560

Have somehow miscalculated my score so that I'm 1000 words behind my previously estimated word count. Am back from my folks' house, am clean and have on fuzzy socks, will be making a second cup of tea. Am certainly not wasting time futzing around on DreamWidth. Nope. Definitely not doing that.

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mmmm delicious nano

2009-11-24T17:18:32Z

SQ
Working on: Outwitting the trolls that live under the Brooklyn Bridge.
Word for this chapter: 850

So close I can taste it!

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Still NaNoing

2009-11-13T17:27:52Z

SQ
Working on: Walking along the boardwalk as Mari comes to terms with her little death and Simonsant and Nine flirt/fight.
Word for this chapter: 89

Chugging along in NaNo. I've fallen a bit behind, but I'll be able to catch up this weekend. It's almost halfway done!

I'm not as happy with SQ as I was with TTBtM last year. My writing's just so bare bones; all my sentences are the same and my vocabulary so limited. I have a hard time writing descriptions. Reading Catherynne M. Valente makes me desperate to come up with metaphors and similes like hers, but I don't have her lyrical ability. One of the folks in my writers group said he didn't like my metaphors/similes - Too forced and awkward. Gahhhhhhh I have these images in my brain but somehow they get muddled up and crappy when I translate them into writing.

Blarggggggggggglepants.

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maybe if i bang my head enough thoughts will leak out

2009-08-14T15:36:44Z

TTBtM
Working on: Getting Kate to Jane's house.
Word count for this chapter: Miserable. I think I'm at about 200 now.

Ugh. Why have I been so thought-constipated lately? Can't do this and I haven't finished my stupid FF-exchange story yet, which is due in two damn days. I'm hoping that little word bar will help inspire me. Ugh. UGH I SAY.

Maybe I should make a bar for "Fine Art," too. I'd really really like to finish that sometime this freakin' century. It's only been about 10 goddamn years since I started it.

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