(I'm just going to admit that I totally forgot about posting today like ooooops.)
HELLO, ALL. I have been meaning to do a Camp NaNo update but...well, life has been crazy and writing has gone out the window.
As you may or may not know, my goal for Camp this month was 30k. That equates to writing 1k a day, which means I should be at 13k right now. HAHAHA...nope. Currently, I'm hiding behind my measly 5,207 words and feeling like a total writing failure. :P
For some reason, Camp is always way harder for me now than regular NaNo. We always seem to have a trip planned, and I end up not writing at all while I'm gone. *headdesk* It's so frustrating, and I wish I could figure out how to motivate myself/find the time and space to write. But...I just can't.
UGH. I'm in a hard place right now, guys, and I'm trying to remind myself that it's okay. I'll get over this slump hopefully when I get back from our trip.
Anywayyyy, now that I'm done sharing some of my struggles, would you care for a couple snippets? I only have 5k to choose from, so don't expect anything that great. XD
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I began picking my way through the stacks of books, careful not to knock over any of the precariously high towers. A bright blue binding to the left snatched my attention. Curious, I bent over and removed it from the shelf. Something skittered across my hand, making me yelp and drop the book in surprise.
“I would really appreciate it if you didn’t drop any priceless antiques on the floor.”
I jumped again and whirled my head to face the source of the voice. Looking annoyed, a young man of about twenty years observed me from his position leaning against a shelf. His hair was a color I had never seen before. It was neither red nor blond nor brown . . . rather, it was stuck somewhere in the middle of the three. He observed me with a critical eye, looking me up and down with disdain.
Feeling uncomfortable beneath his gaze, I felt color flush my cheeks. Great, make him think you’re blushing. That’s really smart.
I cleared my throat and glanced at the blue-bound book on the floor. “Sorry about that. Something startled me. I thought maybe a mouse was hiding in the book.”
A look of offense crossed his face. He scowled at me and picked up the book. “That mouse was Pizzicato. Maybe he wouldn’t have startled you if you had the sense to not disturb his home.”
He rolled his eyes. “Haven’t you read the sign?” When I didn’t give a reply, he continued, “Pizzicato is a hedgehog, and if you had bothered to look at the sign before you burst in here uninvited, maybe you would have known that.”
I bristled. His rudeness was beginning to make me angry, and I felt my fists clench involuntarily at my sides. “Well, excuse me, but the sign didn’t exactly say ‘watch out for hedgehogs hiding in the bookshelves.’ Maybe you should keep a better watch over your pet instead of letting him run rampant in a store.”
Smirking, he said, “Pizzicato is not my pet. What a horrifying idea.” He slid the book back into its position on the shelf and wiped his hands off on his pants. Squinting, he regarded me again. “What do you want anyway?”
Biting back a bitter response, I said, “I’m looking for the owner. There was a job posting in the window that I was interested in discussing.”
“Ah, so you do read. How shocking.”
I crossed my arms, tempted to shove him into one of the bookshelves and start a book avalanche.
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He bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time even with the slippery surface. Panting, he shook the water droplets from his dripping brown hair. “I sure hope you brought your umbrella for once.”
I ignored his question and motioned at his unzipped jacket. He hurriedly zipped it up, shooting me a look that clearly said he wasn’t happy.
Starting down the steps, I held my hand above my head like a visor, hoping that would at least somewhat protect my glasses from becoming splotched with rainwater. Nothing was worse than having blurry vision from a pair of splotched glasses.
Quentin raced behind me, pulling ahead and jogging backward to stare at me. “Hey, did your legs shrink or something, Peri? ‘Cause it’s pretty easy to beat you nowadays.”
I snorted. “Sure it is, Tinner.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “You promised you wouldn’t use that nickname anymore.”
“Well, maybe I wouldn’t if you didn’t act like an idiot half the time.”
He rolled his eyes and took off in a run. “Last one home has to eat the leftover casserole!”
Just the thought of that burnt ham, asparagus, and potato casserole sent me flying down the street, splashing water on my brother’s face as I passed him.
“Bon appetit!” I called over my shoulder.
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*coughs because my snippets seem really lame*
Well, that's really all I have for you right now. Sadly, Camp NaNo is just not working out for me right now. I'm over 8k behind, and I doubt I'll be catching up that much until after Easter. :P If you want to keep up with my wordcount, stalk me over here and send me emails telling me to write. XD
How is writing going for you all? If you're doing Camp, is that going okay? Also, what is your opinion on sibling relationships in books? I personally find them a ton of fun to write. ;)
(P.S. You still have time to try to win a special prize from yours truly! Just check out my 10 Truths and 2 Lies post here.)