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.

So this is where I do a lot of things. I just recently cleaned it off and got it back into working condition. I had taken over the living room and the couch wasn’t working out anymore. Anyway this is what my desk looks like here in Birmingham…

My pen cups with Elvis, Batman, Superman, and Jim Halpert on them, holding red pens, highlighters, color pens and black/blue pens respectively.

My constantly fighting US and Soviet Unicorns.

If you’re in the market for a great stapler or tape dispenser get one of these puppies.

This my left little shelf, It’s where Wall-E and Batgirl and Kris Kristofferson live! Oh and my autograph from Jesse, he’s the best!

Close up of Apple Jack…I share a soul with this little piece of plastic. We’ve been together forever.

My pet Butterfly…that’s pretty self explanatory.

This is the back wall cork board. It’s where I keep a couple of random quotes and a couple of things I wrote for myself. Bill Monroe is there with his mandolin. Willie! and Janice’s beads. Also one of the many really cool photos my mom took of me and my dad when I was tiny.

My left shelf is where Supergirl and a froggy my Aunt Suzi bought me live! The Polaroid is my mom and I standing in front of the home we left in North Carolina the day before we moved to L.A.

Willie! This is probably my favorite picture of my favorite singer, songwriter and guitar player.

My favorite song lyric ever and my little Buddha Buddy that helps me stay in harmony.

A sweet cowboy boot I bought at the Grand Canyon. It sits between two pictures of me with my best friends. One day I’ll have a pair of these to put my feet in but right now this one keeps my USB drives cozy.

Detail of the higher shelf with Indian Jones! a crazy panda, a photo of my grandma and her bff Norma, two photos of the desert somewhere that mom had from Aug. of 1970, i love those. My van right after my mom and I painted it pink,  Dwight and Optimus and half of Iron Man. They make a good team.

These are the only books I keep on my desk, a few references and good ‘ol Mr. Hammett.

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!