Unfortunately, the deep dark abyss of my room has not yet yielded my notebook. (By which I mean I haven't actually started looking for it yet. It'll turn up on it's own, I know it!) Until that time, I'm going to post bits and pieces of my Camp NaNoWriMo novel in all of its crappy, unedited glory, complete with sarcastic author's notes in [brackets].
There's this bit, for example:
What was…What was that…What was that noise?What was that noise?A heavy thump-thump, thump-thump.Ah. It was the beating of my heart. Probably a good sign. [Yay, word count-uppiting!]I shifted my hand slightly, and felt a sharp pain in the side of my hand. [I think Claudia just passed out. She hates it when I do that.] I opened my eyes. It took a minute for the ceiling to swirl into focus. A cherub. There was a cherub painted on the ceiling. And some clouds and strategically placed bits of flowing red fabric. I decided I didn't like it.I looked down and to the side, to where my hand was slowly oozing blood onto the already wet cream carpet. A shard of glass had cut me. It had once been a champagne glass. So that was why the carpet was wet.I wondered if I could sit up. There was a throbbing pain in my right leg as well, I realized. Ouch. Like someone had dropped a ceiling beam on me. Apart from my heavy breathing, there was an eerie silence in the room. [I'm having way too much fun hurting him.]
Yeah…
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