LitWridoNaNoWriMo 2004 - The Support Thread

[Black Tulip]

I passed the 30K!!!


But... I'm running out of story! I'm down to February - and the story will end in the beginning of June! (Probably not the way Japanese school years end, but fuggadugg, I'm doing this Swedish style!)

So have one of Bika's (?) roommates get a serious disease, an accident, the house burns down, there's a new headmaster, have a brother or sister turn up. Or a spicy mum or dad.

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Thank you, Black Tulip, but I made my List of Events 2 months ago, and I'm sticking to it! Well, actually, no, I'm not - I've added several other episodes - like The Episode With The Sanitary Pads, The Episode With Kiyaru Taking Biwa Out For Icecream, and The Episode Where Mr Ochura (the drama teacher) Roars Like A Mighty Mouse.

What I've got left now is an unexpected pregnancy, a reversed transvestite role, a passionate kiss, a discovery, a confession, a graduation, a musical, and quite a lot of fights.

 

[Svenskaflicka]

OK, me darlings, gotta go and inject some coffee and then get back to work.

See y'all tomorrow!

 

[Guest]

OK, me darlings, gotta go and inject some coffee and then get back to work.

See y'all tomorrow!

See you tomorrow, darlin'.

Lou

 

[pop_54]

Ok folks, all plodding I hope, come on Swedish beauty you can do it... hope your not flagging boss Lou, doubt it with your spirit

Ok I have had a few bevvies, but I also went silly and kept on writing tonight... Just to be really silly I'm about to post the 3356 word extract that made the count up to 53,443 tonight... Excuse the errors and that, I am a bit merry, and it has to be edited one day.




“What’s so funny Jon”, Meaty muttered, sounding a little puzzled.

“Dunno mate, just fucking funny though aint it... that joke like”, Jon slurred almost incoherently.

“You’re fucked in the head man”, Meaty turned away and carried on with his attempted seduction of the very loose natured Johanna, he may as well have just pulled her knickers off and fucked her, she was more than ready… I actually believe his silly chatter was beginning to become counter productive, Jo was on the verge of telling him to shut the fuck up and walking off I think.

Jon continued to giggle like a school girl, with occasional wilder outbursts of laughter, he tried to get up and fell straight back onto his arse in the corner… I’m not sure but I think he’d intended to get up and dance, no fucking way in his condition, float maybe, dance never.

“Are you sure he’s been on the puff before, man this looks like a first trip to me”, Dina whispered in my ear.

“Claims he’s done the grass loads”, I seem to remember mumbling, “give us another draw on that joint”, I whispered reaching out for the half smoked wacky baccy filled roll-up that Ted was studying cross eyed as he attempted to take another puff, he kept missing his mouth… That was good shit.

“Yea man”, Ted replied and fell over sideways in his attempt to pass the offending spliff to me. He landed with his head in Anna’s lap, she giggled as she half woke from her drink and marijuana induced slumber, whether she knew who was actually burying his head between her legs as he attempted to correct his momentary imbalance I don’t know, probably thought it was me.

“Oi stop trying to tongue my misses Ted you dirty bastard”, I blurted out in jest, we all descended into giggling fits, Jon again tried to raise himself without success, Ted finally managed to get his head out of Anna’s lap after about 3 or 4 attempts.

“I wasn’t trying to tongue your misses… I fell”, Ted stammered in a somewhat apologetic tone; he always took things too seriously that one.

“Why not… what’s wrong with me… don’t I do it for you Ted”, Anna blurted out trying to sound sensual, and trying to flutter her eyelids in jest, with little success… Just a hint of her sweet Norwegian accent showing through in her speech, Anna spoke perfect English, just reverting to her natural tongue a little when drunk or stoned… More childish giggles and laughter ensued; she then collapsed back into a heap and virtually passed out again.

“Hey, d’you reckon he’s going to fuck her”, Catweasel whispered, nodding towards the far side of the room… “Giss a draw on that”, he continued, I passed the almost finished spliff to him.

Meaty had given up on the silly chat-up line, it was getting him nowhere fast, direct action seemed the best tactic, it always was with Jo… He now had Jo laid out flat on the floor and was snogging her passionately for all the world appearing to be eating her face off… Jo laying there submissively allowing him to perform his task unhindered, she was in no fit state to do anything else, not that she’d have stopped him, Jo never seemed to pass up the opportunity of a sex act or several, drunk or sober.

“If he doesn’t, she’ll fuck him”, Dina blurted out, we nodded in agreement.

Anna was out of it, I tried to rouse her for a cuddle, but no way, she was out of her head, just mumbling incoherently with a silly little grin on her face, fuck knows where she was, but it wasn’t in this wreck of a student bed-sit with the rest of us that’s for sure, there in body, but not in mind.

Meaty’s antics with Johanna were beginning to interest me a little, and the others I think… All conscious eyes were on them, well as focused as they could be in our state of mind at that time, and of course Jon was still trying to get to grips with this being stoned thing… He was still giggling, the joke hadn’t been that bloody funny, and it was 25 minutes out of date by that time. “Did you hear about the little boy who couldn’t come… he sent his brother instead”, no not at all worth almost half hour of uncontrolled giggling.

Meaty had by this point in time begun the serious business of trying to get his end away… still snogging Jo all over her face and neck, he now had his hand inside her sweater, I could clearly see the movement in the material as his hand massaged one of her generous tits… Jo with her eyes closed was beginning to moan and mumble sensually with his foreplay… She was beginning to wriggle her midriff as well, a sure sign that she was becoming aroused and wanting.

“I need a fucking piss”, Dina’s sweet sensual tone filtered into my brain from beside me… dragging my attention to her and away from the unfolding public sex display in the corner.

Dina was a very sensual person in appearance, let down somewhat by her lewd and basic language at times, but hey, not everyone’s perfect… Her general appearance made up for any shortcoming in her manner however… Dina sort of oozed sexuality and sensuality… long jet black hair half way down her back, trim figure, slinky sort of movements and mannerisms, and so tall… Dina was about 5ft 10ins, she towered over a lot of blokes. Dina had a thing about black as well, she always wore black clothing, some found her intimidating, I found her attractive and sensual, some thought her basic coarse manner of speech offensive, I thought it arousing.

I was torn from my private observation of the lovely Dina as she lay back against the wall by her voice as she spoke again,

“Give me a hand up Paul, I got to go to the shithouse”, she reached out and I took hold of her hand… pulling myself up, I managed to somehow retain balance and assisted Dina to her feet.

As she reached full height, Dina lost her balance, wavered, and fell against me, I held her by the waist with both hands to steady her… She leaned against me for a few seconds before moving back a little.

“Fucking good job Anna’s out of it… she’d think you were groping me”, Dina whispered.

“Just as well”, I agreed, Anna was a bit on the jealous side and often read things that weren’t there when I engaged other girls in banter, or accidentally touched them… or… purposely touched them.


Dina wavered again as she made to walk away, “Ok calm, calm, fucking piss house or it’ll be all over the fucking carpet”, she mumbled as she steadied herself with a hand on the nearby chair back.

I took her hand, “Ok love, I’ll escort you then, don’t want any nasty accidents”, I remember whispering, I think the whisper gave it away.

“Escort me bollocks… you want some of me don’t you”, Dina blurted out, a little too loudly for my liking… also embarrassingly true… “Come on then, but I really do have to piss first, I’m bursting… still it’ll be nice and wet for you won’t it”, she announced with a giggle before I could reply… God she could be coarse at times that girl.

As we stumbled and hampered each others progress though the doorway, I looked back to ensure Anna was still away with the fairy’s, she was laid in a sort of foetal position on the floor, the silly little grin still in place on her lips… Jon was sitting bolt upright against the side wall, his eyes on stalks as he studied the action with Meaty and Jo in the corner… Ted, sitting in an armchair with his head cocked to one side was doing likewise… Catweasel was out of it in another armchair, sprawled all over the arm unconscious… his girl Mary half alive between the chair and wall, also watching the show across the room… Meaty by this time, had pulled Jo’s sweater right up and had one of her tits out of her bra on public display, his hand massaging and squeezing the lovely big soft lobe as though kneading the dough of a large cottage loaf.

Dina and I suddenly popped through the doorway like a cork from a wine bottle and we were in the hallway, I steered her to the end of the hall and the toilet, opening the door for her, I stood back a little to allow her access.

Dina looked me in the eyes and grinned, “You coming in to watch me piss… or you waiting here til I’ve dried my fanny”, she whispered, always on the lookout for a way to cause shock and alarm that one.

“What do you think”, I urged as I pushed her through the toilet doorway and followed her in, being easily shocked in those crazy days… I wasn’t into piss play, but the idea of seeing the whole issue through to completion interested me somewhat… I was also hard as fuck by this stage in proceedings I seem to remember, and waiting wasn’t on the menu.

I pushed the door shut behind us and turned to face Dina, it was quite a cramped space, but not overly restricted, ample room to stand back and take in the scene in its entirety… Dina, desperate as she was to empty her bladder, had waited for me to turn and observe the whole show.

“You dirty bastard”, she whispered, as she slowly and with deliberate showmanship lifted and rolled up her long silky black dress from the hem, her white shapely legs coming into view as she did so.

I think I just grunted from my dry aroused throat, and let out a huge gulp.

“Do you like watching women piss”, she muttered sensually as she reached under the raised dress and began to pull her black frilly briefs from her hips and arse cheeks with one hand, while holding the dress up with the other.

I grunted again, I must have sounded, and been acting like some brain damaged nutter… I hate to admit it, but I was lost for words in semi shock, half hour earlier the idea of shagging Dina hadn’t entered my head, well it had, but you know what I mean… Now, here was I, in the toilet with this beautiful sensual creature, watching her pulling her very brief briefs down over her knees, marvelling at the almost perfectly shaped jet black pubic bush, so prominent in contrast with her pure white skin.

“Hairy bitch aren’t I”, she whispered as she parted her legs a little having completely discarded her knickers by lifting one foot out of them, and kicking them across the floor from the other… Dina could see that my eyes were firmly fixed on her exquisite cunt bush.

“Beautiful, fucking out of this world beautiful”, I stammered.

Dina thrashed her tongue in and out of her mouth in a crazy yet sensual manner, grinned widely, and then lifted her dress even more, right up above her navel… She plonked her arse down onto the toilet seat, jiggled herself into position, spread her legs as wide as she could, leaned back against the cistern with her belly thrust forward, and began to dump the contents of her bladder down the WC with very loud splashing and gurgling sounds in the water at the bottom of the pan.

“Hmm… I might even have a shit while I‘m at it… wanna see me shitting Paul”, she croaked, then immediately burst into a giggling fit at my expression I think.

“I could fucking eat your shit, you gorgeous bint”, I replied with a chuckle, nervous chuckle that is.

I was witnessing something completely new, and it was arousing the hell out of me… yes I’d seen the young girls piddling behind the bushes as a kid, but this was a sex act for Christ’s sake, that had been just a dirty kiddie stunt back then… Dina moaned and sighed with relief as the seemingly constant stream of liquid poured out of the black hairy bush… I focused my drink and drug hazed brain and eyes on the bush and the warm seemingly yellowish liquid now dribbling out in spurts as she finished her business… I focused on the visible flesh half hidden in that lovely undergrowth, the pink lips, hint of red meat just visible where the piss was now dripping, God she had a beautiful cunt.

As soon as she’d emptied herself, Dina got to her feet, her legs still slightly apart, she stood upright with her belly thrust forward, a tiny trickle of piss dribbled down her inner leg.

“Wanna lick it clean for me Paul”, she whispered, and burst into yet another giggling fit.

“Lick it… I’d fucking eat it… you dirty horny bitch”, I mumbled as I turned her against the wall and thrust my hand between her legs.

It was wet, it was warm, it was epic… with little or no resistance my middle finger slid into her soaking wet cunt hole right up to the top knuckle, Dina let out a moan and I felt her fumbling with my zipper as she locked her lips onto mine… ‘Balls! You idiot, should have the jeans undone already’, I remember telling myself.

Her sweet tasting tongue was in my mouth, not wildly thrashing about, but slowly sensually twisting and teasing. Her hand was in my jeans groping at my rock hard tool through my underpants… I slipped a second finger up her cunt and began pumping them in and out quite roughly. I could feel the warm love juices on my fingers, and the slightly colder residue urine spread about her pubic bush on my hand.

Dina pulled away from me very suddenly, she wriggled as she did so and my fingers were forced out of her hole, she reached down and finished the job of undoing my jeans.

“God I need fucking”, she mumbled, and dropped to her knees pulling my jeans down along with my underpants as she did so.

I felt rather than saw her tongue lick the underside of my cock from balls to tip with one slow continuous movement, within that same movement I felt my tool sliding into her mouth as she dived her head forward onto my prick and started sucking and licking as though it were a sweet lollipop… Gurgling and panting, she continued to thrust her head up and down taking almost the entire length into her throat with each forward movement… I found myself holding her head in my hands and pulling her on, fucking her mouth.

“Oh Jesus Christ Dina you’re something else… fuck girl I’m going to fill your mouth in a minute at this rate”, I whispered after a minute or so more.

She stopped sucking and forced her head out of my hands, twisting it sideways to do so and spitting my tool out at the same time.

“No! Fill my fucking cunt”, she cried out, virtually leapt to her feet and flattened herself against the wall, “Fuck me, come on, fuck me”, she grunted loudly.

It was at that stage I thanked the Lord for tall girls, Dina with her long shapely legs and added height for a girl there was no real knee trembler, just a slight stoop and I guided my cock in between her legs… peeling her cunt lips open with two fingers of one hand, I aimed my hard member into her with the other… with so little resistance as my tool slid deep inside her, she let out a long low moan, a string of obscenities, then locked her lips onto mine once again and we began to fuck like animals, tongues thrashing about in each others mouths.

I remember holding her by her arse cheeks, ramming it up her all the way with each short jerk… I almost had her off the floor at one point, slamming her against that wall, she was insatiable, nothing it seemed would hurt or distress her, I could feel her warm honey dew dribbling out of her, our pubes soaked with it.

Kissing and fondling each other, we carried on making it against that wall for a few more minutes, I’d just got round to pulling her dress right up to her chest and was feeling her sweet firm tits up as I fucked her.

Then it happened, with me half way to heaven, and two thirds of the way to vinegar stoke, Dina on the verge judging by her frantic actions… There was a very loud knock on the toilet door.

“I need a piss… come on Paul… Dina… I know what you’re doing in there you dirty fuckers, but I need a piss”, Jon’s voice wafted through the woodwork.

I could have happily shoved his head down the bog and drowned the bastard… The shock of the initial knocking on the door had put paid to our ardour, I had lurched out of, and away from Dina, she was already dropping her dress down to cover her legs in a panic.

“Fuck off Jon, we’re busy”, Dina growled.

“But I need a piss, I need a piss, come on be fair”, he called back, very loudly.

“Go up to the fucking bathroom you little cunt”, I replied.

“I can’t do the stairs… I’m fucked in the head… I need a piss, I’m gunna be sick”, his voice was wavering, he was half out of his head still and suffering from his first taste of weed… why the fuck did we have to let him smoke it.

“He’s not going away, and he’s going to alert Anna… little twat”, I mumbled, fastening my jeans, I was convinced that by the time I opened the door my girl was going to be alongside Jon out there, and we were going to be in big shit.

On arranging ourselves to look decent again, my cock still quite hard in my pants, Dina opened the door nervously, she too expected Anna to be waiting out there, Jon had been so bloody loud about it all.

On seeing Jon was alone, Dina lurched forward her face within an inch of his, “You fucking little twat”, she barked, very loudly, and stormed off towards the sitting room.

“You and me have a lot to talk about later sunshine”, I growled at Jon, and pushed him into the toilet, he fell headlong onto the pan, almost pushing his head down it into Dina’s reasonably fresh piss… well we’d forgotten to flush in our enthusiasm earlier.

I crept into the sitting room, Anna was still out of it on the floor, I breathed a sigh of relief… Catweasel and Mary were both crashed out together on the floor… Ted was still on the armchair half awake… no sign of Jo and meaty.

“Where’s the other two gone then Ted… the lovers like”, I asked.

“He got her tits out, had her jeans down and got her cunt out, then she chickened out and made him take her upstairs for a shag… wouldn’t do it in front of us, dippy bitch”, Ted mumbled, “Wanna a draw on this”, he added casually offering a smouldering spliff.

I declined his offer, I wasn’t in the mood.

Dina was in a chair with a look of thunder on her face, I found out later that Dina hated being thwarted before the finale, she refused to speak to Jon again for about a month after that I remember… Anna never knew a thing about it all thank God… and I got to finish the job I started with Dina about a week later, when I forgot, ahem!! that Anna was at a student union meeting and found Dina home alone… On the carpet in front of the fire, it was epic.


That'll do for today

 

[Guest]

Brilliant, Pops!

Blimey, I'm a bit hot now...

No, I'm not flagging, just wrote another 3,000, so it's coming on just fine. I only need to write 2,000 a day and I'm home and dry.

Lou

 

[pop_54]

Brilliant, Pops!

Blimey, I'm a bit hot now...

No, I'm not flagging, just wrote another 3,000, so it's coming on just fine. I only need to write 2,000 a day and I'm home and dry.

Lou

Well don't get too hot it'll put you off your writing if you have to go and wake him up

 

[steve w]

Just reached 32, 069 words.

it's like pushing string up a hill.

 

[Liar]

it's like pushing string up a hill.

I know that feeling. Nothing today so far. And it's not that I haven't been trying...I can't even write junk right now.

 

[English Lady]

hanks for the encouragement everyone -not much writing ended up being done yesterdayy ut i've done a bit today so I stand at

42 432 and counting. I am determined to be at 45 000 before i give up tonight


Oooh well done pops

Steve..keep it up -you're getting there!

And the same goes for you liar...keep writing we know you can do it!


In fact that goes for everyone -come on everyone we can all get there!!!!


EL -cheerleader extraordinaire!

 

[Black Tulip]

36548 (without the Winter Contest story).

Not sure I will be able to finish with 50000 as RL is interfering major.
But I will try and if I can't I will be proud anyway.
I found out I can do a lot more writing by just sitting down every day.
And if not this year, next year will have me do it, dammit!



Hahaha, I passed my first test with attending 2 out of the 8 classes. The mark is meager, but enough.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

There's no way in hell I am even going to come close (or even make it halfway at this point). I just can't make myself write... and whenever I do manage to open it up, I can't think of a damned thing because all I can hear are the kids whining and hollering. <sigh>

 

[cloudy]

I probably won't make the deadline, but I'm still plodding on, and I promised a certain someone I'd finish the story, even if it wasn't done at deadline.

Here's another little exerpt:

The next morning her grandmother got her up early, and wanted her to help out in the garden before it got too late. Sherry pulled herself out of bed, and was nursing a cup of coffee, when the old woman grabbed her elbow, and hustled her out the door. The bright sunlight hit her eyes hard, and she realized by the angle of the sun that it couldn't be more than 6 or 6:30. She was grumbling by the time they got to the garden, set a good bit behind the house, at the edge of the woods, but she finally stopped when she noticed that every time she complained under her breath about the ungodly time, her grandmother's smile got bigger and bigger. The idea that her grandmother was getting some perverse enjoyment out of her discomfort made Sherry vow to not say another word, and in fact, she was outrageously cheerful from then on, causing the other woman to eventually snicker, knowing the reasons behind it.

Finally, Sherry's curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "Just what are we doing out here so early anyway? I don't think that any of this stuff would go bad in the space of a couple of hours."

"There's some plants back here I wanted to show you, part of what I need to to teach you for the things you have to do once I'm gone," her grandmother answered, confidant that Sherry was home to stay, even if she didn't realize it yet. "They don't have the same strength if they're gathered later on, after the sun has reached it's strength. The dew still needs to be on the leaves."

Sherry stopped right in the middle of the path. "What in the world are you talking about? I don't mind helping you while I'm here, you know that, but what do you mean when you're gone?"

Finally, her grandmother stopped walking and turned to look Sherry in the eye. "I told you on the phone the other day. I'm tired, and I'm old, and I won't be here much longer. There are things you need to know, that I need to teach you, so that it's not lost. The people need a medicine woman, and unless I pass it on, the knowledge I have is lost when I go."

"Yes, I understand that, but what makes you think that I'm going to learn those things? Isn't there anyone else here that shows an interest or a talent for it? Grandmother, we've had this whole argument a million times before. I love you, I do, you know that, but I have no intention of moving back here. You knew a long time ago that I wouldn't come back, not to stay. Please, please don't ruin this visit by making us argue about this again. Besides, as valuable as your knowledge was, grandma, those times have passed, and modern medicine has come a long way. I mean no disrespect to you, I promise, but I'm not sure that a medicine woman is even needed anymore."

Sherry had no more than finished her last statement, and her grandmother reached out, as quickly as a snake striking, and slapped her across the face. Sherry's hand automatically went to her face, feeling the heat of her grandmother's anger there, and watched, astonished as the old woman revealed a temper than had been held in check. She pointed her finger at Sherry, anger causing her body to vibrate, and said, "Don't tell me what these people need! What do you know? You, who have been gone for years, don't even care enough about her own people to wonder about how they are doing. Do you think about us here, even once in awhile? Do you care that our ways and our traditions are becoming less and less important to the young people that are here on the rez? You don't, I can see it in your eyes."

She finally broke the stare that had held Sherry captive, and turned to walk off. "Go, then. Go back to your city, and your fine friends there. Don't worry about us here, we don't need you. But, I think you will realize one day, girl, that you do need us, and then it will be too late, because we will all be gone, scattered and lost."

Sherry felt small and petty for what she had said, knowing how her grandmother felt about traditions. She turned to go, not daring to say a word for fear of causing another tirade, and began the walk back to the house alone, wondering what she could do to make it up to her grandmother, but knowing that the things she had said couldn't be taken back. Her eyes on the ground at her feet, she didn't see the figure standing by the back porch until she literally ran into him.

Joseph caught her arms to keep her from stumbling, and when she looked up, her eyes went wide with shock and recognition. She wasn't ready for this confrontation either, especially not so soon after the words her grandmother had just spit at her. Sherry took several steps backwards, trying to put some space between them. His touch had always had an effect on her, making her thoughts become jumbled and unclear. His face was closed to her now, and regret for the hurt she knew she had caused him on top of the dressing down she had just received at the hands of her grandmother caused tears to come to her eyes. She turned to go, not caring where, just to get away, but his voice stopped her.

"Sherry, don't run away from me." Just those simple words, and she stopped, wanting to get away as fast as she could and at the same time, wanting him to comfort her like he had all those years ago.

She swiped at her face with one hand, and then turned, and with false bravado said, "I'm not running away, it's just been a bad morning, that's all."

"Your grandmother giving you a hard time?" He took several steps towards her, and Sherry felt panic rising in her chest, every nerve crying out for her to run, not to face him now.

"Is it that obvious?"

He laughed then, and she relaxed some, sensing that she had managed to avoid the things that they needed to say to each other, at least for the time being.

"Well, we all know how she is, and how good she is at making you feel like you're only seven, and have been caught swiping peaches off her trees again." Joseph was still smiling, and something in her heart broke open. Before she realized it, she was in his arms, and sobbing. Joseph petted her hair with one hand, and just let her cry.

When her sobs turned into small hiccups, he set her back a little, and looked down at her, "Want to tell me about it? It had to be bad to set you off like that."

"Oh, God, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to....well...you know. She's just so damn stubborn sometimes!"

"She hasn't changed. Did you expect her to?" Joseph walked over to the porch steps and sat down, motioning for Sherry to join him there. She sat down next to him, wondering idly how many talks and emotions these old steps had seen.

"No, I don't know what I expected. I guess I just wanted to have a nice, calm visit. Silly, I know."

Joseph picked a stalk of the wild grass growing near the steps, and put it between his teeth, thinking for a moment. It was something Sherry had seen him do a million times. Then he said, "She wants you to move back home."

It was a statement, not a question, and Sherry realized that Joseph and her grandmother had talked about it before. "I can't move back home. I have a job, patients that count on me....it's just not something I want to do. I don't know why she is so set on me moving back here when she's known that from the time I was old enough to know there was anything else but this," her arm swept out, encompassing the lands around them, "I wanted out."

"At least hear her out, Sherry. You owe her that much."

"I suppose. But there's not much sense in talking about it when I know that's what she wants, and she knows that it's not what I want."

Joseph was quiet for a bit, chewing on the grass and gazing out at the woods in front of them. Sherry looked too, and saw the same thing she had always seen: red dirt and pine trees, and although this was home to her, and always would be in some undefinable way, she still wanted out.

Finally, Joseph said, "She's not well, you know. She won't tell you that, and I think she thinks she's fooling the rest of us, too, but she doesn't get around like she used to, and there's been times during this past winter when she was in bed for a few days."

"No, she didn't tell me. But then, she wouldn't, you're right."

Joseph stood up, discarding the piece of grass, and looked at her. "Well, it looks like you have some thinking to do, so I'll go. I just came by to check on her....I do that every once in awhile."

That made her smile, finally. "Don't lie to me, Joseph. You knew I was here. You probably knew I was coming before I did, even."

He smiled back at her. "Yeah, I knew. I wanted to see you before you managed to slip away again, but I think we'll have a chance to talk before you head back to the city. You won't take off, will you, before we get a chance to at least have a beer or something?"

"No, I won't, I promise." Sherry stood up as well, one hand on the porch railing beside her.

"Alright, that's good, then. You make things right with your grandmother. Or, as right as you can. I'll call you later on, see what's going on, okay?" Joseph's smile was tentative now, half expecting her to tell him no.

"Okay. I'll go find her and apologize, I suppose." Sherry grimaced at the thought of having to apologize, although she knew she needed to.

"Do that. See you soon." Joseph walked off, and Sherry watched him walk to his truck, get in, and drive off. She shook her head at the realization that she had just agreed to meet him again before she left, and as she started back down the path to find her grandmother, she muttered under her breath, "Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?"

 

[Liar]

44k

2 tired 2 write evn this...

gnite all

#L

 

[Svenskaflicka]

What a day... I spent the first half working on mum's present, and the half in bed, moaning. Unfortunately, it wasn't out of pleasure, but out of headache.
I didn't have any coffee this morning, and when I don't drink coffee in the morning, I get a migraine in the afternon. I felt nauseous(sp?), I prayed I'd be able to keep the pain killer down. I found a sleeping mask I got from Hubby once, drenched it in cold water, and laid down with all the lights out - for once, I was GLAD that it gets pitch black outside at 4pm up here! Got myself 7 hours of sleep, and now it's 1am, and I'm tired but awake.
I'll write a little, to see if it will make me fall asleep over the pages, like it usually does.

Does anyone have a good recipe for getting ink stains out of your skin?

 

[pop_54]

Just reached 32, 069 words.

it's like pushing string up a hill.

Hey Steve, if you dip the string in wax, it pushes up hill quite easily. Same with writing, if you're bogged down, take off the blinkers and a bit of lateral thinking gets it going again quite often mate... go man you can do it.

Yes I know you're all going to say, "Ok for you, you've finished", but I haven't, I'm on a roll still, sending myself daft with it actually, like a bloody drug we had at that party This is the last word count you're getting cos I don't want to seem to be rubbing it in 56,340'ish... But I'm just an old duffer with a head full of shit though so it's nothing to go on.

Come on you lot, keep at it, never mind if you don't make the 50 grand, get as close as you can, it's a bloody good writing excerise, and you're all hero's / hero'esses for trying in the first place even if you don't make it to the full whack.

Go EL you've got to get back at me for running off

Hey Cloudy, loved the extract. Very perfect in a way as well though, I think you're pride's making you stop and edit as you go, don't do that, proof read and edit later darling.

I see Liar's worked himself into the ground again, or are you pissed up again wake refreshed mate.

Hey Crim Gag them bloody kids Well done for having a go under such circumstances love.

Tulip my dear, nice one on passing the test, and with so little class time, nice one Keep plodding love.

 

[fifty5]

You are all heroes and heroines!

I knew I couldn't, so didn't even start.

Those who are on schedule are super-heroes.

Those who aren't are heroes anyway.

Stick with it - I'm cheering you all on!

Eff

 

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44k

2 tired 2 write evn this...

gnite all

#L

Jag är stolt över dig.

 

[pop_54]

What a day... I spent the first half working on mum's present, and the half in bed, moaning. Unfortunately, it wasn't out of pleasure, but out of headache.
I didn't have any coffee this morning, and when I don't drink coffee in the morning, I get a migraine in the afternon. I felt nauseous(sp?), I prayed I'd be able to keep the pain killer down. I found a sleeping mask I got from Hubby once, drenched it in cold water, and laid down with all the lights out - for once, I was GLAD that it gets pitch black outside at 4pm up here! Got myself 7 hours of sleep, and now it's 1am, and I'm tired but awake.
I'll write a little, to see if it will make me fall asleep over the pages, like it usually does.

Does anyone have a good recipe for getting ink stains out of your skin?

Hi Swedish beauty, mustn't forget you dear as you've just arrived

Can't think of anything dear to get the ink out, I suppose cutting your skin off would be a bit too extreme

 

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Hi Swedish beauty, mustn't forget you dear as you've just arrived

Can't think of anything dear to get the ink out, I suppose cutting your skin off would be a bit too extreme

It would probably soil the table cloth for mum.

It's weird - ink capsules don't last very long when you're sriting, but spill them on your hands, and all of a sudden, there's no end to how much ink there is in those small little plastic thingies...

 

[Quiet_Cool]

There's no way in hell I am even going to come close (or even make it halfway at this point). I just can't make myself write... and whenever I do manage to open it up, I can't think of a damned thing because all I can hear are the kids whining and hollering. <sigh>

I know how you feel. This'll be two years straight, but at least I got something moving fairly well this year. Stuck between 17-18,000 words. RL is giving me a bit too much confusion right now to get my head straight enough to really get back into it, especially enough to make the last 32-33,000.

GL, everyone.

Q_C

 

[Svenskaflicka]

There's no way in hell I am even going to come close (or even make it halfway at this point). I just can't make myself write... and whenever I do manage to open it up, I can't think of a damned thing because all I can hear are the kids whining and hollering. <sigh>

Think of it this way - you've written the equivalent of 5 Lit-stories. I'd say that's pretty impressive!

 

[cloudy]

Hey Cloudy, loved the extract. Very perfect in a way as well though, I think you're pride's making you stop and edit as you go, don't do that, proof read and edit later darling.

I wish I didn't write the way I do sometimes, but I agonize over every word, Pops. It's just the way I do things. I would give anything if I could just plow through it.

 

[minsue]

There's no way in hell I am even going to come close (or even make it halfway at this point). I just can't make myself write... and whenever I do manage to open it up, I can't think of a damned thing because all I can hear are the kids whining and hollering. <sigh>

You've written 4,134 more words than most of us mere humans, Crim.

 

[sweetnpetite]

Finally, after more than 40,000 words- I'm starting to get some idea where this story is going.