Sunday, August 26, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 4: Somebody is Having a BAD Day...

It's the last week of Camp NaNo and I am struggling to hammer out those words every day. Some day's it's easier than others. Some days I stare at the screen for hours and only manage two hundred words. The point, I hope, is that I'm at least getting those two hundred words. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

At the beginning of the month my character was having a particularly rough day, with a visitor that she wanted nothing to do with, whatsoever. The following six are her thoughts, and they mirror mine in so many ways:


There was nothing that I could say to her, because if I opened my mouth I would go straight for her throat, with my teeth, and didn't see that passing over well.

She smiled, satisfied that she had successfully rattled my cage. The last thing that I wanted to see from this bitch was a genuine smile. I wouldn't have minded a genuine "I'm sorry to disturb you, ma'am," even though I hated being called ma'am. This woman should have been calling me ma'am. With her jaw wired shut.

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Sunday, August 19, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 3: Kids Say the Darndest Things

Good Sunday morning :)

Jeremy is one of my favorite characters to interact with. He's five and in so many ways he reminds me of my son. This week I selected six sentences featuring Jeremy. He's being his charming - and brutally honest - self.

Enjoy ;)


"I heard you and my dad talking and I saw you fell on the floor.

Why, that little eavesdropper, I thought, smiling to myself. I issued him a stern look. "It's rude to spy on people."

"I was not spying on purpose, it just happened." He shrugged his pajama clad shoulders and yawned. "You  must be very heavy to make such a loud bang when you fall."


What's the most honest thing you've had a child say to you? My experience was similar to the above. I love my son ;)

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Sunday, August 12, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 2: Stand Still So I can Shank You.

It's been such a long and emotionally draining week. I was on target for Camp NaNo until Wednesday. I honestly haven't done much of anything since then. I think another day of sleep is in order and maybe Monday I'll start to play catch up.

For now, it's on to the sentences.


"You need a haircut," I said. "With pruning shears. Come over here and I'll start with the fuzz over your carotid."

He slowly stood up, making sure to stretch all the muscles that I wanted to shank with a dull spoon.

"Andie, what are you doing on the floor?" He was laughing at me.

"I'm trying to find a new husband," I snarled, "since my first one disappeared."


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Sunday, August 5, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 1: Coffe, Anyone?

It's the first weekend in August and a few days into Camp Nano, which means I'm posting sentences from my Camp project.

Desolation begins 43 days after Unclean ends.


The main character, Andie, has been in a cast. She's having some trouble sleeping without kicking her husband in... places... so he's started sleeping on the couch. Early in the morning (READ: six a.m.) she crutches down the stairs to wake him up for work. He tells her to keep it down.

Oh boy.

The following is six sentences of what happens next:


I slammed my crutches into the tiles and made sure to drop my casted foot as hard as I would be able to stand. Coffee; I tried to focus on anything but bashing him in the head with a crutch, my cast, a kitchen chair or the coffee pot. He mumbled something into the pillow.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" I seethed, thinking I might just dump it over his head. I wouldn't, only because I would be stuck cleaning up the mess. And I hated wasting coffee.


I personally am not a fan of having coffee dumped on my head (yup, for real, I've had it dumped on my head. It was a gift to me, for me, love me when I was 16 months old... Whoops...). I'm also not a fan of wasting it. Coffee is just sacred.

Do you think the husband deserves such a punishment?

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