November 18, 2001
Aha. The plot thickens --
Aha. The plot thickens -- literally! Two of my plotlines finally started to converge of their own free will. This excerpt is linked to the one below:
As Sara watched, the wall in front of her dissolved into transparency. There she saw another table similar to the one to which she was strapped. Writhing on the table was another girl, maybe about her age. Horrified and confused, Sara watched the girl scream as the needles and electrodes extracted whatever it was the Host "needed" from their victims. Why were they showing her this? She tried to close her eyes, but the screams still filled her head, and that was somehow worse. So she watched while the nameless victim, pale and a little plump, with dark hair that fell into her face, twitched and cried. Finally she saw the silver-haired one step forward and she heard him say, "Enough." The girl fell limp and the wall darkened and solidified once more.
"What is different about that girl?" The words came in the coldest voice Sara had ever heard, a voice that threatened to frost her veins and freeze her heart. She looked over and saw one of the Host, this one with radiant golden hair and a cruelly beautiful smile. With the gray pallor of his skin, he looked like nothing so much as an exquisite corpse.
"Wh-What?"
He gave a patient smile and spoke again, as if speaking to a child. "That girl. There is something different about her. What is it?"
I only managed about 1,000 words tonight. I'm still 4,000 words behind schedule, but there's still Thanksgiving weekend!
Halfway there! I just crossed
Halfway there! I just crossed the halfway point of 25,000 words. I ended up spending Friday on my own, away from everyone and everything, taking a much needed sanity day -- a sanity day in the truest sense of the word. It did wonders, and Saturday did even more. I didn't write anything yesterday, but I went to class, went and saw Harry Potter, and then went to a concert that completely re-energized me mentally and spiritually. So today, I'm writing. It feels good to be back.
