NaNo story... part 2!

Sally got to work, turning introspectively over the new data I had fed her - drops in the bucket of what we'd already collected. I leaned against the far wall, arms folded tightly in a defensive posturing. I could feel myself about to nod off, and for the first time in years the niggling yearning to go out back and have a cigarette started hitting me right in the base of my neck, the tip of my tongue. That's never a good sign, when you start getting so tired that you forget how far you've come, reverting to an earlier and more ignorant time. That was just the thing, though... I wanted to be more ignorant. I knew too much, and with only some but not all of the answers, it was going to drive me slowly into a bleak and nihilistic kind of insanity. ( Read more... )

I wrote a little more since I couldn't go to bed.

Night Scoot

Here I am, rock you like a...

Tomorrow, a good friend arrives to spend the weekend and take in the ROCKING NIGHTWISH CONCERT ON SUNDAY NIGHT.

Ahem. I'm a bit excited. We've spent the last two days cleaning up the apartment, and have gotten a lot done considering that I meant to spend last weekend and this week doing it 'casually'.

But then my teeth mutinied. And, well, you know how that story ended.

In other news, the oral surgeon this morning told me that mouthwash sucked and is useless.

ALSO all day I've only had one Advil and I still feel pretty good!

The Chant of the Sibyl

It did not become apparent what degree of a miracle it was that I made it home alive until the anxious rattle of my telephone startled me out of a shallow state of unconsciousness. I was still dressed, sprawled in the tangle of my bedsheets, half-smothered by the cat, which had appointed himself the majority of my pillow. I fumbled for the receiver, collapsing onto my back with barely enough awareness to croak my name.( Read more... )

Word count as of November 2: 4,093

And the flags are all dead:

My story has a title [The Chant of the Sibyl], and my narrator has a name [Ivan Roque].

So does his cat [Lobster].