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WillowCutz thank you
Jul 15, 2016
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Starting my second manuscript this year? More like starting my second Netflix marathon today.
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Finished the draft I've been working on since 2012 (2/3 of which was written in the last two months). Time to start the next project.
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Plot related question: where do you stop on a road trip and what do you do when you're in the car?
Morrigan Usually at rest stops. To use the facilities. And sometimes we stop for lunch at any fast food joint we pass. In the car, I like to talk philosophy, jam out to '80s and '90s tunes, and sometimes listen to audiobooks. And we always have tootsie roll pops in the glove box.
May 6, 2016
Mea Also read, if you don't get carsick. And argue about music. And play license plate games. And if there are little kids in the car, you have to stop like every 2 hours to go to the bathroom. And you usually stop at gas stations and/or fast food places. If there are kids, parents will also sometimes let them watch a show on portable DVD player or on their phone. And there is much bribing with candy.
If there aren't little kids, stops will be a lot less frequent and the car will be a lot less noisy.
Source: I've been on way too many road trips.
May 6, 2016
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Apparently I have grapheme synesthesia (i.e. letters and numbers have colors in my head)
Hattable what color is 7
Apr 28, 2016
WillowCutz Purple, dark purple
Apr 29, 2016
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Finished my Camp NaNoWriMo challenge today, 20,00 words in April (ten days early!)
Hattable "20,00"?
Apr 21, 2016
WillowCutz Lol yeah, I never said it was good writing
Apr 22, 2016
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Doing well in my Camp NaNoWriMo challenge, and I'm getting resorted into cabins tomorrow, so fingers crossed that I get a more active cabin.
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Having a great writing day, 2,000 words (nine pages) plus I expanded some of my outline, did my chem and math homework, and ate orange cream custard. Feeling very very good.
Plus my dad is getting a new car after crashing it so... I guess I'll still have a ride in at some point... Yay? Hopefully feeling like a total idiot helped. Maybe. Idk. Little a little nervous to have him drive me again.
Oh, and I finally joined Facebook (scratch that off the dusty to-do list) still don't know how to work it, but we'll see.
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Doing much better today, had to explain everything to my friends (which I didn't realize that I hadn't at the time) Some of them thought I was just out because I was sick, and some thought something REALLY serious happened (cause this is the first time I've been out all year). But I'm fine. All fine.
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Okay, so, not a good day today and it's only 9:50. My dad has really bad road rage some time, and especially with tailgaters. When he was driving me in this morning we had a tailgater that really pissed him off for some reason. He pulls off for a moment, and this big black hummer goes soaring past us. When my dad starts up again he flashes his brights at the guy, meanwhile I'm in the back seat with my books scattered everywhere and my nails (I have really long nails) in my palms.
I have this idea in my head every time he does this rage thing, that I'll demand he pull the car over and let me drive.
I don't. I'm too afraid to ever say anything. So I don't. And we speed up to 50 (we live in a suburban/rural area next to a 50 mph road). I'm sitting in the backseat, trying not to be scared, and we approach the red light, this Hummer still in front of us, stopped.
My dad is not slowing down. And this bumper is coming towards us so fast and I know we're going to hit, but I'm thinking "he's going to stop we're not going to hit I'm scared."
He doesn't stop. We slam into this guys bumper in this tiny little Prius, and the light turns green.
It's green. And I am in my seatbelt. And the Hummer is already soaring down the street. And my books are EVERYWHERE. And my tea has spilled.
He somehow pulls the car around and onto the side of the road, and it won't start. And that's when I start crying.
So, here I am. Alive. My fingers freezing waiting for a tow truck. My dad having me call everyone I know for a ride to school because at that point that's all that matters. People stop every few minutes to help and my dad gives them the same story "We have a tow truck coming. We're fine. We hit him and the guy took off."
And they'd say. "You hit him and he took off?"
And we'd nod and wonder why HE took off, cause we knew why we didn't.
So twenty minutes later in the snow, my mom finally gets there and I get in the car and wait for her. When she asks I just start crying because I know what really happened I know that it was that in between place where it was both an accident and on purpose.
So here I am now. I stayed home from school today because I couldn't stop crying about it. I'm okay, and all, my dad is getting a new company car (because he's lucky) and Mom took me out to see Zootopia.
Hattable *sends hugs*
Apr 8, 2016
WillowCutz *accepts hug* thank you. It was a...stressful morning
Apr 8, 2016
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Jul 15, 2018