I’ve seen Final Destination 1 and 2, and have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I’ve also written 829 new words since the last word count. And I’ve done my homework. It’s not even 7 pm. That it is what I call a good, productive weekend. I’ve also watched The X Factor and The Xtra Factor.
One of the many the disadvantages of going back to school is that I haven’t written (on the computer) all week, so my hands are very sore right now. When writing becomes my full-time career, I’m definitely going to need a hand therapist.
Here’s one paragraph from my novel, chapter 7:
Under the tap, I cup my hands and watch the stream of water fill them. I look straight into the mirror and, because no one else is there, tell myself: “Everything is going to be fine. It might not be now, but it will be. It has to be.” I drink the water and leave.
Do no steal. It’s MINE. I wrote it. And don’t try to make sense of it, you won’t be able to: you haven’t read anything else. Unless you read the first three chapters when they were still on fiction press. Now they’re gone. I’ll only post my novel when it’s complete and edited. So maybe… Christmas? New Year’s?
Anyway, I’m off to either watch Final Destination 3 or shower. This depends on my sister having finished her homework.
Oh! How could I forget: I SAW INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Artistically beautiful, violent, funny, great dialogue that leads nowhere plot-wise: something only Tarantino can accomplish.
I have got to see some more of his movies.