Saturday, November 24, 2012

Mr. Thick and a whole lot of random.

Today I went to a lovely store called Costco which is right up there with Barnes and Nobles on my list of favorite stores.
I drove to Costco... And all the other stores Mom and I went to today. We were gone shopping all afternoon, thus I didn't have anytime to write until 7:30ish. (I also had saxophone lessons tonight which didn't help). Driving has become easier and I think I know what I'm doing now.

My word count for NaNoWriMo is at approximately 41,075 right now (:P I got 9 more words than you Jess!) and I'm hoping to get at least to 41,100 tonight, which shouldn't be that hard.
I am almost at the climax of my story. I have some denouement planned but I am doubtful that my novel will reach 50,000 words. I'm expecting it to reach 49,000 odd words because I absolutely hate any number with "9" in it because I always think it would be so east just to go to "10." Why can't they go to ten???!*
Anyway, I'm pretty much fishing for words, trying to make the novel longer and longer.
This little snippet is partly for my word count and partly because I couldn't think of anything thicker than the layer of dust on the floor at the moment.... It will (probably, most likely...) be edited out.... But I couldn't help myself.

The museum was astounding, even in the dark. Of course, many of the exhibitions had been removed to storage and a layer of dust thicker than Mr. Thick, Thick, Thickety Thickface from Thick Town, Thickania (and his dad) coated the floor.
You see what the BBC and Doctor Who has reduced me to?! Moffat!


Now I bid thee all a fond farewell for this post has been a bunch of babble and I still need to write 20 or 30 more words before I can settle back watch the BBC's production of Little Dorrit which we have borrowed from the library.


(I want to make one!)

*James Fenimore Cooper, the author of The Last of the Mohicans (which I am supposed to be reading right now but Starcross by Philip Reeve keeps getting in the way**) was born on September 15. He died (some sixty or so years later) on September 14. I was so annoyed by that... He could live just ONE more day?? Then it would have been even! I bet I'll die on the eve of my 100th birthday. How the people who know my little pet peeve will laugh.....
**I was hanging out at the quilt store with my mom before saxophone lessons (we were early) and she was looking at the quilt books and I was reading Starcross and one of the worker ladies came up to us and said, "I just want to let you know that the store is closing in 10 minutes." My mom said thank you and then the lady asked me what I was reading and if I was enjoying it. I showed her the cover and said I was enjoying it. Her face lit up (she was an older lady - in her 50's perhaps?) and she said, "Oh I love Philip Reeve! Did you read Larklight? How about his Mortal Engines series? They are so good! I love him!"
As C.S. Lewis says.... "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: 'What! You too? I thought I was the only one!'"

3 comments:

  1. Haha! I love that... (and his dad). I was about to say that you should be yelling at Davies, but then I remembered that Moffat DID write that episode. But so many 'thicks' helps boost your word count, so I don't think there's any reason to complain :P

    And that monkey is awesome!!!

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  2. Check your email, Abbey. I beat you by at LEAST one thousand words tonight. HAH! It felt way better than it should have to beat your word count. Now, you better not overcome my word count like last time. I'm watching you!

    I like the number nine. It rounds off easily in groups of three. Three of three. I dunno, that's one of my wierd OCD tendancies. But not six. Six is not enough. It looks wierd. Three I can handle, and nine, but not six.

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  3. HURRAY! That lady sounds like someone in town who was talking with me about Sherlock. It is fun to meet people like that. And Hurray! You are reading Mr. Reeve's books! Now you can join in on the biggest mystery in the universe. As Art puts it, "What does Jack see in Myrtle?"
    I am halfway through Mothstorm. I was going to go at it slowly, but now it is hard to put down. Where are you at in Starcross? (And how well did you handle the spiders in Larklight? Are you scared of spiders too, or is that someone else? I am easily confused.)

    Okay, now I want to go and read some more, while I still have a weekend to do so. Tomorrow, work begins again. So...

    Allons-y! (I should really learn how to spell good bye in French...)

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