progress report
Aug. 8th, 2007 07:19 amretrievers #6
“You okay, kid?”
He sat in a puddle of his own vomit, and looked at her with eyes that were huge, blue, and scared.
“No.”
“Smart kid,” Max observed. “Might actually survive to grow some hair.”
‘I don’t like him,” the kid told Wren.
“Nobody does, kid,” she said. “But he just saved our asses. Say thank you.”
“Thank you.”
I'm slightly behind where I wanted to be at this point, and I think the opening chapter doesn't want to be the opening chapter, but the action so far is totally kickin'. I'm going to need a Brand New Beta to tell me if it's readable as First Book, tho.
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Can you achieve 110% humidity? It's raining like a tropical wetspot outside, and when I went to make toast this morning, the bread was soggy. Eew. I feel no inclination to do anyting but sleep all day. This may be a plan, once I get my MustDos done.
one of which includes filing a police report, as some sorry SOB stole my bike off the back porch (cut the chain, etc) while I was traveling. It wasn't an expensive bike, but the annoyance of having to do the paperwork and replace it is making me want to curse the chain to jam up and throw its new rider...
caffeine. yes. need more of that.
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Date: 2007-08-08 12:34 pm (UTC)bike thefts are on the definite upswing around here, which is why mine was chained to the back porch under a motion-sensitive light rather than somewhere further away from the house. Next time I'll get one of the heavier, more annoying locks that take longer to cut.
I suspect high gas costs have ben (pardon the expression) fueling the black market for bikes. In the 1970's people siphoned gas, but locks on tanks made that more difficult...
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Date: 2007-08-08 03:29 pm (UTC)