01/27/2008: Chapter 38 in progress
So I'm on the seventh page of chapter 38, and really liking it so far. Here's a preview of the beginning of the chapter if you want:“It’s half past six. Get up.”I'm in a good enough writing mood now for it to be well possible that I might finish it before the end of the month. That would make it the first chapter written in under one month since chapter 30. And then I realized that even if I write a chapter a month from now on (quick by my standards today), I'll be 19 before I finish writing just the chapters I've already got down in my chapter outline. o_o; (I'm 17 now, my birthday being in February.) I need to speed up. A lot.
Mark opened his eyes and immediately regretted it. He recoiled and squinted at the bright light above him, first not sure where he was, until his eyes found the middle-aged, bearded man holding the flashlight whose bright beam was searing into his eyes. He shielded his eyes with his hand. “Are you insane?” he mumbled. “Get that thing away.”
Carl flicked the switch on the flashlight off, and the world plunged into darkness. Mark blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the dim twilight from outside that did little more for the lighting than to allow him to spot the windows. He sat up and looked at Carl’s tall, looming silhouette. “Half past six,” he muttered. “Right. I said Chaletwo would wake Volcaryu at seven o’clock.”
“Yes, that’s what you said,” Carl said coldly just as Mark realized what he’d just implied while too half-asleep to be careful. He rubbed his forehead, crawled out of the sleeping bag and began to roll it up while silently cursing that seven in the morning had to be the first arbitrary time that had come to mind.
The wheels in his brain creaked metaphorically as the numbers began to register properly in his mind. Half past six. He jumped.
“Wait, what?” he asked quickly. “In half an hour?”
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kingcliff9 (01/27/2008 00:00:00)
Oh, the flaws of crazy improvisation. xD