So ... yeah.
Nov. 14th, 2010 11:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosWho wants to read a bit of my NaNo?
*
Sally wraps her pale hands around Opal's ankles. “Look at your legs,” she demands.
Opal scowls. “I know what my legs look like.”
“I could braid this,” Sally says, dragging her nails through the unshaven hair on Opal's legs.
“Sure, with tweezers.”
“Still.”
“I don't have to shave my legs if I don't want to.”
“This is true.” Sally nods a bit too solemnly, but she doesn't let go of Opal's ankles.
Opal huffs out an annoyed breath and sets aside her knitting. “Look, you're the one that said that shaving your legs is a superficial bow to the patriarchy. And it's not like I have a boyfriend or girlfriend to impress with my socially acceptable shaven nudity, nor do I want a boyfriend or a girlfriend. As you well know,” she adds with a grumble.
“That's not --” Sally finally lets go of one of Opal's ankles, waving her hand in the air as if fanning away a bad smell. Opal knows what she was going to say. Sally's one of the few people in Opal's life who genuinely gets that Opal's asexual declaration isn't some lousy excuse to make her feel better about not nailing a willing someone on a regular basis. She just doesn't want to have sex, any more than she wants to eat squid or sky dive out of a perfectly working airplane.
And it sure as hell isn't a “Don't you want to look prettier?” sort of thing. Just because Sally shaves everything but her eyebrows doesn't mean she thinks everybody else should have to.
“What I'm trying to say,” Sally finally lets loose, with a warm and comforting smile, “is that you are perfect just the way you are. Even if I could harvest your leg hair for you to spin into yarn for a nice new cardigan you can knit.”
Opal makes a face. “It's disgusting when you put it like that.”
Sally shrugs. “I'm a hideous individual. There's no excuse for me.”
*
I'm currently at 11,248 words, which is obviously way behind where I'm supposed to be. That said, I have all day to write, I have the "Melancholia - The Sounds of Indie Sadness" station playing on my computer, and I have Cheetos and Pepsi enough to last me another couple of hours at least. The goal for today is to just get something down for all of the scenes I scribbled down over the past week or so, then print out what I have and get it assembled and outlined. I'm not trying for any specific word count right now, simply because if I don't reach it I'm going to be terribly disappointed, so I'm just going to stick with the "every extra word is one more word towards the goal" outlook.
The good thing -- if you want to look at it like that -- is that I probably won't be taking overtime the first couple of days this week simply because I refuse to take overtime where I know full well I'll simply end up on the phone. The first two or three days this week, my supervisor has pretty much assured all of us in my department that like it or not, we'll be on the phones all day long. I'm okay with it, really, even though my usual job requires me to make the occasional outbound call and that's it. We only need to take inbounds when it's busy, and tomorrow starts the annual enrollment period, so ... phones.
Of course, that means I'll get home at eight p.m. on Monday and Tuesday and I'll have four extra hours to write those days, which'll be nice, because I'll be pushing it to find writing time for the rest of the month. I'm really hoping that I can push and get 50k by the 28th, though. If I can pull that off, I can go to work on November 29th and 30th instead of using them as vacation days, then letting them pay me for the vacation time anyway.
Aaaand it's time to go write again. I'm not allowing myself to watch this week's SPN until I get to 20k or I finish adding all the bits I want to add to the story, whichever comes first.
*buckles down*
*
Sally wraps her pale hands around Opal's ankles. “Look at your legs,” she demands.
Opal scowls. “I know what my legs look like.”
“I could braid this,” Sally says, dragging her nails through the unshaven hair on Opal's legs.
“Sure, with tweezers.”
“Still.”
“I don't have to shave my legs if I don't want to.”
“This is true.” Sally nods a bit too solemnly, but she doesn't let go of Opal's ankles.
Opal huffs out an annoyed breath and sets aside her knitting. “Look, you're the one that said that shaving your legs is a superficial bow to the patriarchy. And it's not like I have a boyfriend or girlfriend to impress with my socially acceptable shaven nudity, nor do I want a boyfriend or a girlfriend. As you well know,” she adds with a grumble.
“That's not --” Sally finally lets go of one of Opal's ankles, waving her hand in the air as if fanning away a bad smell. Opal knows what she was going to say. Sally's one of the few people in Opal's life who genuinely gets that Opal's asexual declaration isn't some lousy excuse to make her feel better about not nailing a willing someone on a regular basis. She just doesn't want to have sex, any more than she wants to eat squid or sky dive out of a perfectly working airplane.
And it sure as hell isn't a “Don't you want to look prettier?” sort of thing. Just because Sally shaves everything but her eyebrows doesn't mean she thinks everybody else should have to.
“What I'm trying to say,” Sally finally lets loose, with a warm and comforting smile, “is that you are perfect just the way you are. Even if I could harvest your leg hair for you to spin into yarn for a nice new cardigan you can knit.”
Opal makes a face. “It's disgusting when you put it like that.”
Sally shrugs. “I'm a hideous individual. There's no excuse for me.”
*
I'm currently at 11,248 words, which is obviously way behind where I'm supposed to be. That said, I have all day to write, I have the "Melancholia - The Sounds of Indie Sadness" station playing on my computer, and I have Cheetos and Pepsi enough to last me another couple of hours at least. The goal for today is to just get something down for all of the scenes I scribbled down over the past week or so, then print out what I have and get it assembled and outlined. I'm not trying for any specific word count right now, simply because if I don't reach it I'm going to be terribly disappointed, so I'm just going to stick with the "every extra word is one more word towards the goal" outlook.
The good thing -- if you want to look at it like that -- is that I probably won't be taking overtime the first couple of days this week simply because I refuse to take overtime where I know full well I'll simply end up on the phone. The first two or three days this week, my supervisor has pretty much assured all of us in my department that like it or not, we'll be on the phones all day long. I'm okay with it, really, even though my usual job requires me to make the occasional outbound call and that's it. We only need to take inbounds when it's busy, and tomorrow starts the annual enrollment period, so ... phones.
Of course, that means I'll get home at eight p.m. on Monday and Tuesday and I'll have four extra hours to write those days, which'll be nice, because I'll be pushing it to find writing time for the rest of the month. I'm really hoping that I can push and get 50k by the 28th, though. If I can pull that off, I can go to work on November 29th and 30th instead of using them as vacation days, then letting them pay me for the vacation time anyway.
Aaaand it's time to go write again. I'm not allowing myself to watch this week's SPN until I get to 20k or I finish adding all the bits I want to add to the story, whichever comes first.
*buckles down*
