(personal) So, about that Saturday you didn't get...

*sigh* I hate detoxing from soda - it ALWAYS gives me a migraine. Bah. Well, after crashing hard at 5 pm last night and sleeping the sleep of the medicated, I am awake and (mostly) headache-free. And no, I did NOT give in and have a soda. There is none in the house I can drink (yay for being allergic to nutrasweet) and there will be none in the house I can drink. I drank black tea and seltzer, and that is what I will continue to drink. I will beat this addiction!

However, I got only the laundry done before I succumbed to medication and a pitch-black room. So, we have a bunch to do today:

- go listen to Harold
- grocery shopping
- clean up the iTunes on Cassandra and hook the iPod in to start loading it up.
- WRITE!
- make dinner for tonight (sorry, Mom, not attempting your house on my crutches)
- make lunches for tomorrow
- make hotel reservation for Wednesday night
- look at bus schedules and make plane reservations for April

What a list! I'd better get moving.

(seasons) Metrics!

Yes, we had metrics on Friday. I just didn't get them posted. :p

Starting count: 0
Ending count: 340

Starting line:
“Now what do we do?”

Ending line:
Moving through the twilight corridors, thunder snarling above them as the storm swirled, felt like they were caught in a b-grade horror movie. Justin kept half-expecting some mental patient in a bloody hospital gown to come around the corner, waving an axe at them, but other than the storm noise, the only sounds were the building slowly coming apart at the seams.

Darling:
see the ending line.

Yep, starting over. I got some really good crits on the first two chapters from DII, and with the outline done, I know more where I'm going. Time to pump out more words.

(seasons) metrics for 3/2/08

start: 340
end: 2081

starting line:
Despite Rick’s worries, Justin knew it would be at least twenty minutes before the police responded to the explosion – Gene-Tech was set far back from any roads, the better not to be bothered by anyone official.

ending line:
Justin wondered the same thing.

darling:
“Are you certain they’re in there?” Rick said, reading the scowl on his face accurately.

“They have to be. Where else would he hide them?” Justin reached into his pocket and pulled out a small Swiss Army knife. He mumbled a few things under his breath and then popped open the larger blade. “Do you have any gum?”

“What?”

Justin looked up at the shocked look on Rick’s face and chuckled. “I’m serious. Do you have any chewing gum?”

“Why?”

“So I can short-circuit these spells for a while and open the desk.”

Rick gave him another dubious look but dug into his pants. “Sorry.”

“Damn.” Justin looked around the room. “Hell. It’s a small magic.” He whispered under his breath and a small stick of chewing gum appeared in his hand. He unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth, chewing enough to get it soft and then spat it onto the dusty desktop. A few more whispered words, and he plunged the knife into the middle of the gum. Sparks raced over the surface of the desk for a second, and then died. “Just a little sympathetic magic. I hope this works.”

"You hope?"

***

Just call him Justin MacGyver. :)

Prologue is done. WoW is calling. Bye all!