Today has been hard, folks, as Maya decided to wake up at 12.30 and not to sleep until 4.30! I’d have to add a.m. to both the times to be clearer!
Needless to say I feel like a zombie and I didn’t manage to do much!
So here is the statistics, don’t hate me if I’m so fast in writing the post tonight but I need to chill a bit!
Number of notes written on my mobile: 4
Number of piece of paper scribbled while not busy in work: around 30
Meals skipped with the colleagues in order to write: 2
Cups of tea or coffee drunk: 7
Dried apricots eaten: 13
Corn on the cobs eaten: 0
Times I hysterically despaired to make it: 6
Word count for today: 2.070 words.
Favourite sentence or excerpt of the day:
Important thing to remember this isn’t only a draft, but a NaNo draft so ignore errors and what doesn’t make sense please!
We notice that at the very end on the left there is a big table purple in colour and modelled in a funny shape you’ll never find in nature. We notice that Ky is over there with other two people who, considered the resemblance with him and their height must be other guardians.
They’re all concentrated in doing something and don’t even realize we’re getting closer. I can see some smoke coming out of the table and when we get closer we see there some bowls, and bottles and some buckets full of steaming liquid.
One of the guardians is eating what I get from the perfume is pork curry and the other, the one who wears glasses, is playing with a small ball.
“What are you doing?” I say leaning towards them
“Oh my, Fran, you scared me!” Ky says startling and spilling some liquid of a nice blueberry colour “Oh no, look at that!” he says frowning.
I feel sorry but mostly I’m curious to see what they’re up to.
While Ky is turned to me the one who’s eating puts some powder in the bottle Ky’s is keeping in his hand and it is then that the liquid begin to smoke a lot more and then explodes.
The one guardian wearing glasses starts to roll on his tummy and laughs so hard that in a while the attention of the whole room is on us.
I cannot help laughing myself, although I’m not following all the details of the conversation.
“Why did you do that….again?” Ky yells at the second person.
“Because I told you, curry improves the flavour!”
“Not of blueberry mead thought!” Ky says
“Curry could improve even your socks’ flavour Ky, I’m sorry!” he says shovelling in his mouth a huge spoonful.
“And most of all…” the third person says “You owe me two wings and one pop if we include the last time. I told you it was going to explode again!”
“Just because this idiot put some of his curry inside!” Ky yells. His face is red but it’s still funny to watch.
Words so far: 12.326/ 50.000
6.011 words to catch up!