They’re saving my life in my novel. But I must now figure out what’s going to happen in this chapter (chapter 4). I have an extremely vague idea, but it’s too vague. See twitter (www.twitter.com/luckynumbr22) for a little more.
I have written another flashback to include somewhere else. I’ve written 9000 words, but some of it is a sort of outline. So let’s say 8500 of the actual story. Once I’m done with the first draft, I need to add in the parts of several characters. For the moment I don’t know how to do this. (I’ve given my MC siblings; so they’re mentioned in later chapters and in flashbacks, but not in the beginning. It’s weird…)
Ugh, I’m stuck. I give up. Bedtime. It’s 2 a.m. and we’re going out ("we" being my parents, my two siblings and me) to a barbecue thingy for lunch. Will have to be up early (9 a.m.) and shower because the f-ing mistral got my hair filthy and knotty. I washed it last night.
Let me explain today:
Woke up at 9 after two hours sleep. Hair was clean, fresh, no knots. We go to the zoo. I was wearing Birk’s, shorts and a tank top because lately we’ve had weather worthy of hell. We get there and it’s windy. By windy, I mean the mistral — a French southern wind — is blowing very very strongly. So I’m cold.
Then, we find out we have to practically climb up a bloody mountain to get to the main part of the zoo. Stairs. Lots of stairs. Somehow, my mother, when organizing trip to zoo, didn’t find out that it’s on a hill/mountain thing. So there we were, wind blowing dust and dirt into our eyes, making our hair fly all over the place and generally putting us in a very bad mood.
My mother is famous in our family for complaining and worrying. She started off with worrying that the puma might escape. ("The cage doesn’t look safe, it doesn’t even have a roof.") This was before even going up the stairs.
Less than thirty minutes later, I’m grumpy. Another thirty minutes or so and my sister’s sulking, my brother keeps running off because we keep slowing down because my mother worries. My sister was sulking because she first got water in her shoes, then mud/something else brown and smelly on her leg, then on her hand.
So my sis and I start following the "exit" signs. We reach vending machines. I have 2 euros. Vending machines don’t work. My mother calls me and tells me to come back. I’m half-willing to, my sister however sits down on bench and refuses to move. When my sister sulks, she switchesherself off. No way of communicating with her. None. She’d make a good mute in those moments.
My mother, after yelling at my sister through phone, tells me she’s getting weird looks from people. "What should I do?" I ask.
"Leave her, start walking, she’ll follow eventually."
So I do. Eventually, ten minutes later, she does start walking. I tell my mother this who then says she can’t see her. Weird… I walk back and find her standing in front of some animal’s cage thing. I try pulling her but she’s stronger than me and won’t budge. Report back to mom, mom yells at sister across stretch of grass, get weird looks from people and give up. Start walking, discrete glances backwards. Yes! She’s finally following us.
Mom makes decision to rejoin father and brother, and then go to "civilized" part of zoo. Find map and discover that where sister and I were, by vending machines, was close to restaurants, i.e. civilized part of zoo. Sister starts sulking again because we’ve walked for nothing all the way there. Another five or ten minutes trying to get her to walk.
(Keep in mind this is all done with the wind pissing us off: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mistral_(wind).)
Somehow make it to restaurant. Mom asks me to ask where the toilets are. I have to wait five or maybe even ten minutes before I can even ask someone working there. "Two cages after the chimps’ cage." Yay, more walking. Toilets, as most French toilets are, were disgusting. Flies, no soap, no toilet seat.
Get back to restaurant. Order food. Guess what? We had to eat while waving arms like lunatics to keep flies away. Oh the joy(!)
By this time my sister and I had demanded to return home several times. Some time later, father and brother appear. Can we go? No, they have to get food, too. Heavy sigh, fine. Let’s wait a bit more. Done eating? Yes? Can we go NOW?
Nope, let’s see the damn primates and then go to the little park.
FINE, but we are GOING HOME AFTER THAT!
Yay, finally, we leave. Go down stairs, cross street and… go to vivarium. Grind teeth and grumble. Oh, but inside vivarium it was warm and NOT WINDY. Bought kinder bueno white from vending machine that did work. Can we leave?
Nope. Souvenir shop.
Fifteen minutes later:
Me: NOW can we leave?
And that, folks, was my wonderful day. Well, when we got home I did some stuff I can’t remember then took a four hour nap which involved a borderline-nightmare. Facebook status explains:
"Btw, had very weird dream during nap. Borderline-nightmare. My mother’s friend, who’s actually rather nice, had drugged my whole family and was trying to do something evil. (Kill us? I don’t remember.) It was very very very freaky… *shudders* It only got worse after that… Must be the weird weather; it’s affecting my dreams."
I also saw Bolt and did some writing. Now: sleep awaits.
PS: This is all true, because like my mother said "You can’t make this stuff up." You really can’t.