this machine will not communicate

I have finally come to the end.  To nhpw, hollywobbles, and singer_shaper, as Sheridan said, "thank you" seems poor and inadequate.  (Holly is like, huh?  And I'm like, watch Babylon 5.)  We'll talk more later about how I can repay you three for all you've done.

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This has been a pretty good day.  I got to sleep in (until 9:00 am!), I had a very good writing day, I won a Bingo at scifiland, KU beat Nebraska, visited with my Gamps, had some restorative alone time this evening, made chocolate cake in a mug, and played some Civ.  Now that I'm done posting, I'm going to play some more Civ, and then maybe read in bed covered with thousands of blankets.  Wonderful.

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And I once thought I would finish this in thirty-one days.  I wish I could travel back in time and pinch my adorable, stupid little cheeks.( Pages 106-111 )

I would say about eighty percent of this scene will end up as exposition way back in Act One, more than likely in a different form (i.e., show and not tell), and the twenty percent that will remain is missing the dramatic punch it needs, though I figured out while writing it what I need to make it work.  First drafts, y'all.  I needed to finally just write this so I could move on, so take all of this with a grain of salt - it's more about the information than the presentation.

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Sleep paralysis incident this weekend!  I woke up, and for the first time since I was a kid, had my eyes open.  (It was unpleasant.)  First, I heard what sounded like a cabinet door in the kitchen slam shut.  Then someone running down the hallway toward my room.  Then a light went on and off.  Then...silence.

My absolute first thought was, of course, that there was a demon.  I mean, could that have been more Paranormal Activity?  Then I figured it was my brother doing who-knows-what, but when I asked him the next day he insisted he never got out of bed.  I checked with everyone else, even though I figured no one else would be running around the house.  The only alternative was sleep paralysis.

Which is kinda weird, since I never actually felt paralyzed.  That, coupled with my second visual hallucination in my entire life (the first and previously only one being when I was five, and I woke up to a little girl's face a few inches from mine, staring at me), still has me wondering just a bit if it actually was sleep paralysis, but I can't think of what else it would be.  Brrr.  I do not need to be seeing lights go on and off in the middle of the night.  No thank you, brain.

Barring a miracle, I think we can safely say that I will not be finishing my NaScreeWriMo in November.  I will still be finishing the script, and I'll still post the pages as I go, but that ship has sailed.  Ah well.

Today was the first day I was smart enough to figure out that the "Day Blank" in my subject is the same as today's date.  Because it started on November 1st.  I don't have to scroll back down and check and see what the previous day was.

Also, it occurred to me while writing these pages that I might need to actually name "blank-faced manservant."  Tell me what you think.

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And this brings us to the midpoint!  So we're halfway done, and after thirteen days; I am hopeful that this will give me enough of a buffer to actually finish in November.  That would be smashing.

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