Favorite thing I wrote today:

She wasn’t wearing a hat that day but her hair was pinned up safely, shimmering  just a little bit more than it should if she were any other girl. The pale green dress she wore became all but invisible with the sun at her back. Quinn could easily make out her legs and the revolver packed holster strapped to her right thigh. He laughed to himself and jogged over to meet her.

Besides all that…I found Ella Fox today! This is her! and she’s even wearing a green dress!

181 pages of first draft…and boy is it heavy!

All you need to know is that Murphy is blind, this kitten is cute and I can’t figure out how to make these cut and pasted fonts the same.

As the hours wore on into the night everyone fell asleep but Murphy. He lay on the floor in the relative silence of the living room wondering what a fairy looked like in real life. He sat up, decided to find out and placed his hand on the edge of the table slowly moving it in the direction he thought the little bed was. When he found the stack of pillow cases he lifted his hand and moved it even more slowly across the space of the fabric until the soft tips of his fingers met the warmth of the fairy’s legs. Her skin seemed electric to his.

He then moved his index finger up the length of her leg. That’s when he felt two tiny arms wrap around his finger. Her soft snores told him that she was still asleep but he couldn’t see that in her slumber she had taken hold of his finger like a beloved pillow.

Not knowing how fragile she might be, he held himself very still and hoped no one would wake up and catch him like this. It all seemed like a bad idea in retrospect. The more he thought about it and the tighter her little body clung to his the more Murphy realized this was not like petting a sleeping dog or any other animal for that matter. This was a tiny person, a tiny girl, with boobs he could feel pressing into his skin. “Fuck,” he thought, “This was like sneaking up on any other girl and touching her legs without asking. I’m going to be the pervert that touched her in her sleep. I’m a creep. Shit, what do I do?” He thought of every expletive he could imagine which really didn’t help much.

A few moments past and Murphy was still trying to think of a plan when the fairy awoke. Startled by the strange hand she was cuddling, she let go and fell backwards onto the pillowcases.

Favorite thing I wrote today:

“If magic could steal a soul from a human body surely it could power a light bulb.”

-DFS: The Invisble Man

YEAH! IT LIGHTS IN YOUR HAND OR YOUR MOUTH!

By the Power of Grayskull I will learn how to spell  “surveillance” by the time I’m done typing this effing book!

First draft in the bag…

Now I have to type 70 hand written pages…I hate typing.

This is the box that holds the cards that hold the general outline of the original 35 planned chapters for my book.  I have 5 chapters left.

Done.

Outlines for chapters 26-34?

Done.

Chapter 35?

Yeah I already wrote that.

Funny Picture of a cute animal?

Check.

I hate typing. I’m on day three of a scheduled three days of typing chapters 15c-20 and I’m on written page four of chapter 16. I’ll finish today. I have to. I have to do other work this weekend. Work for money, the only thing I hate worse than typing right now. Think happy thoughts for my fingers!

So the book will have more than 35 chapters, just as I knew it eventually would.  I outlined 16-20 today, will be writing those over the next five working days.

Paying work takes up too much of my time…Blarg.