Well. More ranty. Ranty-er?
|Because I clearly need more.|
In other news, the half-arsed project is very, very unlikely to reach 30,000 words by the end of the month, but 20,000 might just be possible (you'd think so, but see above...). Either way, it's still more than I ever envisioned writing by hand in a month.
Don't think I can stop now though. I ordered another two new fountain pen inks yesterday.
It's Wednesday, so it's time for a WiPpet! WiPpet Wednesday is a works-in-progress blog hop hosted by the always-awesome K. L. Schwengel, where every entry relates in some way to the date, either through simple logic or WiPpet maths. You can find out more and visit the other posts by ambling over here.
It's the 29th June 2015, so 29/07/2015. Today we're discarding the year entirely. 2 + 9 = 11; 1 × 1 = 1. 7 + 1 = 8, for 8 sentences, where Ais has finally got Lirio home again. They were about to continue the Moment they'd been having last week when they received an unpleasant shock instead, one that's put Lirio on edge...
(So first-draft-y it hurts.)
Asking just how he got caught when he was usually so careful would have made being smacked in the face with a brick seem tactful, so Ais didn’t, and just hoped Lirio appreciated just how much more careful cleaning his face Ais was than when the roles were reversed.He suspected he didn’t.Lirio was worryingly silent throughout. He was quiet enough normally, sure, but when something upset him he was usually very vocal about it. Sullen silence just didn’t suit him. He didn’t even make a peep when Ais accidentally caught a sore spot with his cleaning cloth and Ais was sure he’d at least have complained or tried to swat his hand away.Very worrying indeed. And he’d only done it slightly on purpose too.