Okay, I came up with a title..
"Fighting The Dark".. Okay, not a catchy title, but it is relevant to the main character and the way she feels towards the dark, after two of her friends are tragically killed in a car accident. (doesn't sound too interesting maybe, but i'm only starting

I was at 2,262K yesterday afternoon and this morning, when I checked, I stopped at 3,574K

I also completed a drawing for my art class this morning.. Am wondering if there is any way I can write and do art in every day, without knocking the other one out of the picture again.. hmm...

Kerrie

It feels so good to put a name to your work, doesn't it? That way you can say, I did ..... on 'Fighting the Dark', rather than on that piece I'm working on (although WIP always sounds like a good fill-in).

Kylie

It feels great Ruth
But for the rest of the day I should probably concentrate on my art prac. I have to have something to show my teacher tonight, after work.

we have to chose a theme, any theme and collect actual objects that we can take and add to- so people will understand the theme without being told.

I have chosen 'slavery' and have drawn a portrait of a young african woman in the left hand corner so far. during lunch i hope to put an ink wash over it and add some charcoal for a rough feel, then maybe add some leaves and weave sticks around the figure- to represent all the woven things we buy from overseas, but pay very little for.

sound good? hope i haven't confused anyone.. ?
kerrie

so you decided to do another series afterall?
glad to hear it Lou! have you already finished the first book for it? You work so fast! although i keep forgetting that it's been about a year since I last checked in here regularly!!

I haven't heard from Nancy in a long time- I hope she is well. I'll have to try and make it to the chat sometime soon!

What is your new series about Lou??

4, 852k

Almost 5k already! If I can write around 8-10k every week, that would mean that I could finish an ms in, let's see..

5 to 6 months! Thats not as bad as I first thought really.. pretty good, don't you think?? :D

kerrie

Here's a snippet I wrote lastnight. I am really trying to get out of the bad habit of editing while I write.. very hard to do!!


Mitch was singing loudly and smoking a cigarette. He threw the butt out aimlessly through the window in the front passenger seat. “How are you going, Tiger?” He asked, roaring and spreading his fingers out in a claw-like shape, as if to act like a cat. Joan laughed and mumbled something from the front seat. Angela had no idea how much she loved her friends. They really knew her and how she felt inside. Meg was possibly the best friend she had ever had in life. They never had any differences, like some good friends did. They seemed to agree on almost everything. Angela loved her like a sister and she always told Meg that. The car was veering from side to side a lot and Mitch’s eyes glimmered with mischief.
“This calls for some fun!” He sang out, winding down his window and climbing up near the roof. He was sitting on the door now and screaming out the lyrics playing on the car stereo. Joan had turned around in the passenger’s seat and was saying something to Angela, though her speech seemed blurred. Angela couldn’t comprehend anything that was being said to her, though she saw the concern in Joan’s expression. She reached over to grab Mitch’s legs. Just as she brushed her hand against his jeans, he slipped away from her and disappeared. He was gone. Meg’s voice rang out and the white lights came so suddenly. A loud, hollowing sound echoed out and then, everything was black.

One man and three women...sounds interesting to be...Keep on your work, I can't wait for continuation...

Cheers

Grace

6,100 words I stopped writing for a few weeks because i had to prepare for the art exhibit tonight.. though today i have managed to write around 2k

Here's another snippet..

Taking out her purse from the bag, she walked out of the room and looked down both ways of the corridor. There was a small yellow pay phone standing at the top of the wall nest to a large glass window which lit the corridor with natural light. She walked to it hastily, picked up the receiver and dialled the number. There was a boy out the window, sitting on a bench under a large tree. He was smoking a cigarette and was looking up at the window, directly at her. She moved away from the window as fast as she could, too frightened to look at anyone for they might attack her or jump down her throat. Everyone was in here for having problems, most of the patients would be classed at mental, for sure, she reasoned. The phone was answered and Angela recognised the voice at once.
“Hello?” Mrs Armstrong’s voice was soft and almost a whisper.
“Mrs Armstrong, how are you?” The end of the line was quite for a moment before Angela heard the small voice reply in an uneasy tone.
“Who…who is this?”
“It’s Angela. I’m just calling to see if Joanie is home?”
There was a number of uncontrolled sobs and a muffled voice talking to someone in the background.
“Who is this?” It was the voice of Mr Armstrong speaking now and Angela felt somewhat confused.
“Hi Mr Armstrong. It’s Angela here.” She paused.
“Angela?” His voice seemed a lot lighter and inviting than it first sounded when he took over the receiver.
“You weren’t at the funeral. We were thinking of you.”
Angela’s face was knotted with a deep frown. What funeral was he speaking about?
“I’m sorry,” she paused, unsure of what to say next. “I, I don’t know what you mean. Who’s funeral, Mr Armstrong?”

Hey Kerri this sounds good. I love the story line. You have me intrigued already. I love the title and you never know you may find the right title later on.

hey nan,
yea, i'm not sure if this title fits well enough. the title reminds me of a fantasy or something, lol.. might have to do some re-thinking!!
will work on this one some more throughout lunch today.

kerrie