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Wednesday Writing and Things
1. I have a cold! Woooo - *ach-gasp-cough* - ooo? Typical. But I feel better than I did yesterday, so that's something. I may trundle off to the pharmacy later this week and get a flu shot. Just in case.
2. The job search goes ever onwards. *sighs*
3. Writing hit a bit of a wall, simply due to not feeling well. But I'm almost done with the revision of the first six chapters, which means I can write NEW STUFF now. I have several fun scenes in mind. *bounces*
4. I've been thinking about my main character and I'm now seeing Norah Jones as 'Nora'. I'm not sure why. I adore Hayley Atwell but I'm now seeing someone else in my mind. We'll see how that plays out. Probably because I keep imagining Chappi Korsandi as her mum.
5. Here is a very wee snippet from the original thing.
“Your uncle says you talk to ghosts.”
Nora’s hand slipped and she banged her knuckles against the bathtub. She gritted her teeth and looked over her shoulder.
“Am I going to need to get you a collar with a bell on it?” she asked him. He looked confused so she just rolled her eyes and then went back to her bathtub. “I don’t talk to ghosts. That was a childhood thing. I have rather severe tinnitus and sometimes it gets so that I think I hear whispers but it’s only the sound of blood rushing around in my head.”
“Tinnitus?” he asked. “I’m not familiar with the affliction.”
She paused and rested her hands on the rim of the tub. “Have you ever gone swimming and when you got out of the water, you still had water rushing around in your ears?”
“Yes,” he said slowly. “I’m familiar with the sensation.”
“Well, imagine that sensation happening when you haven’t been swimming and that’s what happens to me,” she said scrubbing at the taps. “I’ve had it all my life and when I was a kid, I pretended I actually heard conversations. But why on Earth Myron is bringing it up now, I’m sure I don’t know.”
“I believe he thinks that I’ve been haunting this house for some time,” he said.
“Well, you’re the ghost,” Nora said making a face. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know what to think,” he said, his voice rising. “I believe in what I can see and touch and fix. I do not believe in imaginary creatures.”
Nora paused in her scrubbing and looked at him. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t either, but here you are.”
Happy Wednesday! ♥
2. The job search goes ever onwards. *sighs*
3. Writing hit a bit of a wall, simply due to not feeling well. But I'm almost done with the revision of the first six chapters, which means I can write NEW STUFF now. I have several fun scenes in mind. *bounces*
4. I've been thinking about my main character and I'm now seeing Norah Jones as 'Nora'. I'm not sure why. I adore Hayley Atwell but I'm now seeing someone else in my mind. We'll see how that plays out. Probably because I keep imagining Chappi Korsandi as her mum.
5. Here is a very wee snippet from the original thing.
“Your uncle says you talk to ghosts.”
Nora’s hand slipped and she banged her knuckles against the bathtub. She gritted her teeth and looked over her shoulder.
“Am I going to need to get you a collar with a bell on it?” she asked him. He looked confused so she just rolled her eyes and then went back to her bathtub. “I don’t talk to ghosts. That was a childhood thing. I have rather severe tinnitus and sometimes it gets so that I think I hear whispers but it’s only the sound of blood rushing around in my head.”
“Tinnitus?” he asked. “I’m not familiar with the affliction.”
She paused and rested her hands on the rim of the tub. “Have you ever gone swimming and when you got out of the water, you still had water rushing around in your ears?”
“Yes,” he said slowly. “I’m familiar with the sensation.”
“Well, imagine that sensation happening when you haven’t been swimming and that’s what happens to me,” she said scrubbing at the taps. “I’ve had it all my life and when I was a kid, I pretended I actually heard conversations. But why on Earth Myron is bringing it up now, I’m sure I don’t know.”
“I believe he thinks that I’ve been haunting this house for some time,” he said.
“Well, you’re the ghost,” Nora said making a face. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know what to think,” he said, his voice rising. “I believe in what I can see and touch and fix. I do not believe in imaginary creatures.”
Nora paused in her scrubbing and looked at him. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t either, but here you are.”
Happy Wednesday! ♥