Dear Diary,
I HEAR VOICES. And I do not believe they are only in my head! I am quite elated.
The sewer finally gave way to a dirt tunnel that every so often is topped by a manmade substance, such as the brick and mortar I am currently sitting under. And I can clearly hear voices coming through!
After digging the last bits of jelly from my last jar I will begin using my trusty spoon to dig out some of the bricks. It's time to come up for air!
Yours on the rise,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 28
It is official - I FINISHED ASAU.
With about 3K still to go.
But I dove right back into Project V without taking a breath. It has been a bit of a rocky start - I haven't read or written a word of it in over a month. But I'm already up almost 1K - only a little more than 1K to go! XD
Concerning Project V, it feels REALLY good getting back to it. I am ready to get down and dirty and finish it already! Curious, I glanced at my notes and discovered I came up with the idea for it the end of May. Such a short time ago! This has to be a record story turnaround for me. But that was the plan in the first place.
ALMOST there!
Dear Diary,
I feel I am quite hopelessly lost, my dearest friend. I have been wandering about these sewers for days without any sign of light or an exit, and fear the worst. Can you imagine? Those banked words may never
see a red pen...
I did hear a great noise a while ago - it sounded like the pounding of many feet, as if rushing about with great urgency. It shook the tunnel walls and set the water sloshing around me. My pants are now soaked up to my shins, and it is very uncomfortable - I do hope it doesn't happen again.
I have been subsisting on an underground food storage I stumbled across (perhaps a few days ago? I don't know), filled with dried meats and bottled jellies. While it made for quite a meal, the way out was bricked up tight with no sign of busting or digging through. Whoever they were, they were quite accomplished in masonry along with their mastery of food preservation.
I fear I shall never find my way out, and shall spend the rest of my life down here, gnawing on turkey jerky and talking only to you.
While the company is quite pleasant, I would kill for a good candy bar.
Yours lost and possibly forgotten,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 26
Thanksgiving should have been a good word day, but alas when I sat in front of the computer after not writing a single word Wednesday I had lost all (and I do mean ALL) interest in ASAU and was repulsed by even the thought of the story. So I did the second thing a writer would do in the situation - I turned off the computer and left it for another day, even though I was behind word count. (What is the first thing a writer would do, you try to remember? That would be ditch the story and begin a whole new one. But so close to both the end of my story and the end of Nano, I wanted to TRY and stick it out.)
Thankfully, after some Black Friday shopping in the morning, Friday proved kinder to me, and spread out on the couch (and not at my desk) I got back into the story and passed word count.
As for today, after a nice afternoon with an amazing and lovely Word War taskmistress (where has she been all month?), I am now at 44K! Only 6K more to go. But there is a problem: I am in the middle of the LAST SCENE. With 6K to go. And it's mostly action. Rut-roh.
The last thing I want to do is go back and try to ADD to ASAU. I never want to see this story again - I have been writing it on automatic for weeks now. I thought of perhaps trying to fit in a short story, but there are only a few days left and I have another deadline to think of: Project V - 12/31/11.
So the plan is, if I don't make word count when ASAU ends, I hit the ground running right back into Project V. I have been DYING to get my hands on it again - I even started questioning character motivation instead of falling asleep last night. It is screaming to be finished, and I'll be damned if I don't answer the call.
Viva la noveling! XD
Dear Diary,
Do pardon the smell, but as they say: I have struck gold!
Well, "gold" is a horrible term for the stroke of luck that has befallen me. More like "filth," for I have indeed struck filth in every sense of the word. But while I have assured myself that I shall scald my skin and burn every article of clothing on my person afterwards, it is a blessing.
You see, before I could begin tunneling up towards possible freedom, I broke through into a sewer tunnel. While the smell is quite atrocious and makes me gag, you can understand my elatement: no more digging on my part!
The sewer tunnel continues with no end in sight to either side, but after several days of crawling about in the dirt, a nice jaunt through raw waste will do me good.
The "jaunt" part. Not the "through" part. The "through" part will take all my willpower and much breathing through the mouth.
Yours up to her knees in unmentionable liquid,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 22
No writing yesterday during or after work, but I got in a nice 3K+ afternoon today. My story is moving at a breakneck pace now - I have decided to stick to only the major scenes planned in my head, so it is simply pouring forth from my fingers.
I have already made the two trades (for the son and for the spy father), filled the spy father in about everything, and now they are currently entering HQ. Soon: the final scene.
Keep your fingers crossed I'll get 10K out of it somehow...
Dear Diary,
I apologize for the radio silence the past few days, but I wanted to make as much progress as possible before they figure out where I have gone.
I am happy to report that my progress is very good. I believe I am under the cell wall now, but shall proceed several more feet before I begin tunneling up. I most certainly do not want to emerge still inside the walls - or, worse, pop up into an abandoned cell where they will never know to deliver an evening meal. As it is I subsist on old crusts of bread, bits of cheese, a bottle of water, and a party pack of Smarties I was given for "good behavior."
Little did they know that their reward would subsist me through this ultimate betrayal. Good behavior indeed...
Yours no longer behind bars,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 20
Productive Write-Out yesterday - which was good because I got nothing written Friday and feared today's required word count. But yesterday got me past today's count.
And as of today, despite a carry-over migraine from yesterday, I am now caught up to Tuesday, so if for some reason I cannot write at work (and my boss would do that to me, just because I think she won't), I can skip tomorrow if need be.
As for my story, they have the terrorist for trade, but now the boy has been kidnapped. Holy conflict Batman! As I am over 35K I decided to just hit the major scenes, and if I come up short word-wise after the story ends I'll figure it out then. But I have to: make the trade for the boy, make the trade for the spy dad, then a big HQ scene, then the spy dad goes and rescues the assistant. I figure that should fill 15K, don't you?
Dear Diary,
I apologize for whispering, but we must be quiet. I can hear the guards above in the cell, trying to decide if they should look for me in the Fortress of Solitude or respect my privacy and hope I will come out when I get hungry enough. I added a Postscript to my DO NOT DISTURB sign, which read:
"P.S. Fasting."
Hopefully it will hold them at bay for at least a few days and give me a head start. When they do finally come after me, though, all they shall find is an empty fortress, for I have begun filling the tunnel behind me with the dirt ahead.
There is no turning back now.
Yours no matter the volume,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 17
Thought I wouldn't get any words in today, but surprised myself with a late afternoon session and now I'm caught up past Saturday! XD I REALLY like keeping several days ahead of word count - it relieves a small sliver of stress from my life.
I am currently on the 2nd half of The Big [Middle] Scene. I thought it all had to be written in one sitting, but thankfully it split itself in two so I could take a breather and eat dinner and watch M*A*S*H and Person of Interest.
As I swore to do I paused at every point while writing and thought, "What would be the worst that could happen?" And then I smote my character with it. Many more words were typed, and some tension wrought. Makes for some pretty good writing, smiting. ;)
Dear Diary,
Forgive the filth, but I have discovered dirt is extremely common underground and sufficiently coats anything it comes in contact with - such as yours truly. Although my cell has a nice sink, and the guards have provided me with plenty of flowery soaps, no matter how hard I scrub it is impossible to remove the many layers of silt I find building upon my person.
It is quite icky. But I shall not be...
Excuse me a moment while I wash just once more.
There. Now, where was I?
I am excited to tell you that my escape tunnel is almost ready! I have successfully delved far enough down to begin progressing sideways, and will start doing so after this entry. Tomorrow, after a light lunch, I shall shift the Fortress of Solitude around the hole and put up a DO NOT DISTURB sign over the entrance.
Then tomorrow evening (after dinner, of course), I bust out of this joint.
Yours like a mole in a hole with a goal,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 16
Yesterday I accomplished nothing more than purchasing an almost entire set of Nightside Series paperbacks for half price, and while this filled me with a sense of accomplishment I had no new words to speak of and decided to take the night off to hide my shame.
And I am ashamed to say that today was no different. While being several days ahead of word count relieves some of the stress of writing a novel in a month, it also gives one a false sense of security that they can take a few days leave of their story and come back where they left off.
Alas, this is simply not true. As we speak that dwindling word count is sneaking up on me, like a ninja ready to strike...
Dear Diary,
Still digging.
Wish you had a shovel. A rather useless cell companion, aren't you?
Yours up to her elbows in hole,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 14
Another quiet day at home writing (and doing laundry). Got in about 3,200 words.
Brother-in-law is about to walk into [good guy] Headquarters and break out a terrorist so they can trade him to the bad guys for the spy dad. Whatever can go wrong probably will - it's my motto for this book. ;)
Dear Diary,
Digging.
Wish you had hands.
Yours up to her hips in hole,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 13
Quiet day at home. Got in a few thousand words, and plan to get in at least three all together by bed tonight.
Story progressing nicely. A little too nicely this morning, actually. I suddenly realized that my middle was moving WAY too fast, and I needed to slow it down a bit if I was going to make 50K. So I asked myself: What would slow them down? The answer: losing their safe house. And with bad people already after them, how easy was it for said bad people to suddenly appear and chase my characters off?
Peasy, that's how easy.
So now with a shattered windshield they have gone to do business with some unsavory types for a new ride...
Ah conflict, let me count the ways I am loving you this November!
Dear Diary,
It has been a horrid
day, my comforting friend. Utterly horrid.
When the guards saw that I was playing with my books without even reading them, they talked to my host and begged for leniency. They were quite excited to tell me this morning all about their success, and presented to me a freshly printed manuscript, a gift to tide me over.
Although it was a distraction away from my mission to escape I did not want to disappoint my guards, so I sat down with the nub of a red pencil they had brought me and began to read...
Ugh, I feel sick all over again, just writing about it...
It is the most horrific manuscript I have ever laid eyes on. And old story, written long ago before even I
had any idea of what I was doing. I barely got three chapters in before I could take no more and had to lie down.
I believe my host means to torture me, but she will not prevail. I have written the guards a nice thank you note, and after scribbling all over the pages to make it appear that I have thrown myself into the retched work, I have begun my digging with a new passion.
Yours in fighting spirit,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 12
Today was my Region's first annual DAY OF WRITING SAFE & WARM. The official site has their NIGHT OF WRITING DANGEROUSLY, so we created our own. I think it went rather well, and everyone seemed very productive in word count.
I got in a few thousand words of my own today, and am just shy of 25K! The assistant is currently plotting out how to spring a terrorist from agent headquarters to trade for her boss - and so am I. A few minutes of thought will need to go into this caper before I continue.
The little gray cells are calling. Happy writing!
Dear Diary,
It has been a good day. The tunnel hole is up to my kneecaps, and if my hands hold up I hope to be out of this wretched place mid to late next week.
I hit a snag when I realized that a hole's contents must be relocated elsewhere, but I have repurposed my scale New York City and built a nice fort in the right corner behind the door. It is a bit of a blind spot for the guards, and now they dare not approach it since I told them that it was my Fortress of Solitude, and I would scream like a banshee if they set foot inside. My solitude likes to be alone, thank you very much, and should be left as such.
I requested a writing utensil catalog from the night guard, and when I am not digging I have begun the important process of choosing just the right red pencil with which to attack those banked words...
Yours bleeding yet cunning,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 11
Every writer has a place where the muse hits them over the head with a bat - I mean, delivers brilliant ephiphanies on fluffy white clouds with golden trumpets and such. Mine is the shower. I will begin pondering my latest story as I shampoo my hair, and by the time I'm stepping out I am brimming with ideas!
Today my muse visited me, and let me tell you, I am MAJORLY brimming. Yesterday I had no idea what would happen in my dreaded middle, and today I know EXACTLY what will happen. EXACTLY. I have never said that before. EXACTLY. It feels REAL good. :)
See, there was another outline sentence I forgot to mention yesterday: "The spy dad is captured where he is so they aren't getting any help from him." I had planned to let him do his own thing off-screen, and then eventually break himself out and get to them just in time to wrap up the finale.
But in the shower, I started thinking about how the assistant is leaving him phone messages about where they are - cryptic ones, just in case someone else gets ahold of his phone. And, of course, the people who have him would have his phone, and be getting these messages. Would that change anything?
And why would they keep him alive anyway? Would they want to exchange him for someone? If so, who would they know to contact? Wouldn't it be whoever is constantly ringing his phone? So if they called the assistant, she would totally get involved, especially since the agency would never negotiate for his life (he's really not supposed to exist) but SHE would because she doesn't want the son to lose his other parent so soon after losing his mother... Therefore, they would have to rescue the dad themselves.
And there it was. The secondary plot that would take up the whole middle and keep them constantly moving and in danger (because they will have to break out whoever they are supposed to trade the spy dad for, and the good guys won't like that).
And all in a half-hour. In the shower.
Isn't my muse AWESOME sometimes?
So there's my middle. And this will slide VERY nicely right into the Third Part. The only worries I should have now? Getting my butt in the chair and my fingers on the keys.
Whoever says Week 2 is hell, they have never met me.
Happy 11/11/11! XD
Dear Diary,
I apologize for not writing yesterday, my fellow captive, but after a day of scraping in the dirt my hands were too cramped to hold the pen.
After another day today they are slightly less cramped, but ugly blisters have begun to blossom. I fear I shall never hold a pen right again, but if I do not extricate myself from this cell I may never wield that beautiful red pencil at all.
Ah, the blisters begin to bleed. Do excuse me while I rip the end of my dress for bandages...
Yours no matter the injury,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 10
Work was CRAZY yesterday and I didn't get any new words written, so I took off Nano blogging to preserve what was left of my sanity.
Today was spent entirely at home and as such offered three separate writing opportunities which produced almost 4,000 words! XD My best day so far this month.
Story-wise I have reached the point where my outline reads: "So now they are on the run." This means I shall finally have to actually think about my next move. And as yesterday's RTW clearly stated, middles and plotting are NOT my forte. But I'm used to it and have prevailed at least five times before. I shall prevail once more!
There is still a whole second page of outline left, but this is for the THIRD Part of the story. For the Second Part, there is only the above sentence, and this: "After much frustration, and lots of arguing, romance ensues between uncle and assistant." Yeah, I can be extremely helpful to myself, can't I? ;)
I am already on a new, unplanned scene though, and it is coming along relatively well so far - although I have absolutely no idea where it will lead (but that's half the fun, isn't it? ;). The uncle overheard a phone conversation by the assistant (when she said no phones since they are hiding out) and now thinks his fears are confirmed that she is, in fact, a bad guy. The uncle and the assistant are currently arguing, with guns pointed at each other, because he is trying to make a break for it with the boy and she has to convince him that she's a good guy and they must stay in the safe house and keep together.
But is she really a good guy? Dun-dun-dun... ;)
Dear Diary,
My cleverness continues to shine, my fuzzy lined colleague.
Operation Cuckoo's Nest is coming along nicely. The First Step in my Three-Step Plan is to emancipate myself from this cell, and I have taken the preliminary measures to insure my escape.
When the guard returned for my morning cereal bowl, I insisted on retaining the spoon. I informed him that I had taken up telekinesis as a hobby and all the good reference books insisted bending spoons was the way to start. He was wary, but after much whining on my part he left the utensil with me.
I have decided to dig my tunnel in the far left corner, and have requisitioned the evening guard for a book on redecorating, to have an excuse to maneuver the furniture to cover it.
I tried to request some flowered drapes for my cell bars as well, but I was informed the floral look was so last year. Alas, foiled by fashion.
Yours in mind and pen,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 8
Week Two is supposed to be the dreaded week for Wrimos, but I've never had the problem and don't feel I will this year either. Week One is my dreaded week, when I'm forced to finally settle on a story and get into it. Don't get me wrong, beginnings are easy for me, but during Nano they can prove not as easy as they usually are.
Once Week Two rolls around, my story smoothes out and moves well. The characters become their own, the world forms, and my plot... well, plot is always a problem, but it does its best and that's all I can ask.
Despite being home all day today I only got about 1,200 words written, bringing me just short of tomorrow's 15K count. But despite a warned busy day at work tomorrow I shall make it or, as my blog name suggests, die trying. ;)
Dear Diary,
I am quite clever, my sparkly pink friend. I heard the guards approaching and pretended to be asleep so I could overhear their conversation.
They were discussing my host, and I have learned that she is attempting to write an entire novel during my absence. This is quite an absurd notion - she can write naught a single word without me!
Then they mentioned something about her already having 13,000 words in the bank, and my stomach fell. She was keeping her words in a bank? How would I ever get to them, to edit them and polish them and make them shine? I decided drastic measures had to be drawn up, and quickly.
I have thus begun to make my plans for escape, and subsequent word retrieval. I have tentatively titled these measures: "Operation Cuckoo's Nest."
It is a working title.
Yours soon to be removed from within,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 7
Despite last evening's television distraction, I made today's word count and then some, demoting my "required" writing at work today to "recommended." And lucky for me I wasn't too busy and was able to sneak write another 1,200 words! XD Overall, a pretty good day.
As for my story, it is still proving pretty easy to write. I have introduced and set up all three main characters - the spy's (who is now a "secret agent," mostly because it gives me two words instead of one ;) assistant, the spy's son, and the spy's brother-in-law. And they are about to be driven out of the house and forced on the run by a team of bad guys lurking upstairs. Becky (the assistant) is at this moment creeping up the staircase with a gun to investigate strange noises...
Do excuse me!
Dear Diary,
Today's stack of books divined after every 131,313th word that "a quiet mind is worth hiding the cucumber." Needless to say, I took this as an omen and flew into a panic. (Because, obviously, I am the cucumber.)
After hitting my head on the ceiling, my shoulder against the bars, and stubbing my toe on the bed due to a lack of flight experience, the tranquilizer dart my captors shot into my derriere (with surprising accuracy) took leave of my consciousness and rudely left me with nary a penlight to think by.
When I awoke, the offending books were gone, and in their place waited a copy of Who Stole My Cheese?
I greatly fear its divination, so have incorporated it straight into the scale Empire State Building.
I used the empty tranquilizer dart as the spire.
Yours unmoved by Swiss,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 6
After I posted last night, I spread out on the couch and wrote over 2K, taking me past 10K a day early! XD
This also took me past today's word count, which was a blessing because my health was not very nice to me this afternoon and I only got in about 800 words, leaving me just short of tomorrow's count - and leaving it to most likely be written at work (not always possible).
But I will give it the ol' college try tonight.
Unless someone just turned on the television.
Never mind.
Dear Diary,
When my captors brought my evening meal I requested a whole new stack of New York Times [so-called ] Best-sellers, along with a picture book of scenic New York.
According to my calculations - although I am quite horrid at math, as words are my forte - if they bring me a new stack of books each day, in under a week I should be able to create a scale model of downtown Manhattan, the residence of them that cursed me with such horrid books.
And then once that is finished, I shall request Newberry Award winners and recreate Paris. Perhaps if I build the Eiffel Tower tall enough, I will alert the media of my location and they will rescue me.
Yours to scale,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 5
Today was my first 2011 Write-Out! I'm very happy how well it went - lots of old faces, but quite a few new ones too. It was great to see them all! XD
And I got a shocking amount of words written - I never get much typed up outside of sitting all by myself in the living room without music, noise, or distraction of any kind. Even if ASAU is giving me trouble, at least it has been easy to write.
I'm hoping to get in another 500 words at least tonight, so I keep this short. I hope your weekend is filled with many, many words as well!
Dear Diary,
After I was unable to decipher the chicken scratch the last captive called writing scrawled on the walls of my cell, I returned to perusing the horrid books allotted me yesterday. But after several hours I could no longer stomach any more and began playing word games with them instead.
I have discovered that if you string together every two-hundred and twelfth word from each book, it says: "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like coleslaw?" Most intriguing.
I requested a random number from the captor who brought me dinner, and he has offered seven-hundred and six. I am most eager to see what intriguing new insight it will bring me.
I also requested coleslaw, but he was not as forthcoming with the side dish.
Hot like coleslaw,
Inner Editor
P.S. It turned out that the last captive of my cell was, in fact, a chicken. And therefore the writing on the wall is, in fact, chicken scratch.
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Nano, Day 4
Woke this morning feeling like Nano had been going on forever already and was it ever going to end? This is a normal feeling for me in the first week though, since as an ML my Nano cycle begins in mid-August, scheduling locations and preparing activities. But I think some of it can also be attributed to my unease with my story. Third-person is being so difficult!
But I hand-wrote a few more pages at lunch, and although I'm now sporting a major headache for my troubles I got it all typed up and counted all nice and proper. And despite its difficulty, my story she is relatively a-flowing.
Not quite at word count - better get to it!
Dear Diary,
I awoke this morning to discover it had not, in fact, all been a horrible dream brought on by a bad piece of fish. I had awoken yesterday to this same fact, but decided to set the matter aside for a later date.
That date proved to be today when I also discovered that the endless pile of freshly edited manuscripts awaiting my perusal was, in fact, a dream, and I, in fact, had nothing to entertain myself in this improper establishment.
After threatening to contact my attorney - if they would so kindly lend me the use of a phone - my captors brought me a large stack of New York Times Best-sellers to read. At last, sustenance! But alas I have since found no less than three mistakes in each one, and have subsequently abandoned them for the ingredients lists on the backs of my packaged rations.
Yours without sorbitol,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 3
ASAU is coming along, although not in an easy way to determine - and not as easily as I had imagined.
While I have had full access to no less than three computing devices, I have found myself choosing to write my novel by hand - a low-tech method that does not include an instant word counting feature. So instead of getting any extra words in tonight, I will have to instead type up all the words I have already written if I wish to determine today's count. But at least I saved my eyes some screen fry-time.
And while the story is coming along, it is not exactly what I had imagined. I found myself thinking, on more than one occasion, that the story writes more like a screenplay than a novel - more blow-by-blow action and dialogue and less description and emotion. I can only hope that it's simply first scene jitters, but I am writing third person past-tense, which after at least an entire year of first-person present-tense I may be discovering myself a bit third-person rusty.
But I shall prevail! XD
Dear Diary,
To curb my boredom, I determined I should write a novel of my own. A proper novel, without my host and her pesky imagination to get in the way.
I decided to open with the classic: "It was a dark and stormy night," but alas I had to quickly shelve this adage. I mean really, it being "night" makes "dark" redundant. Also, if it is "stormy," it would obviously be "dark" - yet another redundancy. So I edited it down to a proper "It was a stormy night."
By that time, however, I was too exhausted to continue, and have therefore shelved my story for another time.
Perhaps next June.
Yours affectionately,
Inner Editor
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Nano, Day 2
I think I may have possibly settled on a story! And a day early! XD It was in the 10/31 short pile and got dismissed, but I pulled it out again last night and now I am past the prologue and into the first chapter - almost 800 words in all. It's greatest appeal was I already had it mostly plotted out in a really bad outline. How could I say no to a pre-plotted book? I rarely ever have those to work with!
It is tentatively titled A Spy Among Us, and follows a spy's assistant, son, and ex-cop brother-in-law after his wife dies and the trio finds themselves on the run from bad people. Really, the spy barely makes an appearance, but there are lots of spy-like things to otherwise entertain. ;)
With my overflow from yesterday I made over word count at work today, but plan to continue some more tonight if possible. Wednesday nights make for horribly boring television options at my house, so once my web duties are done I'm free to write until my fingers cramp! I really need to hide my reading material though...
Dear Diary,
