Things get productive around hour eight or nine, I promise. Keep truckin'.
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Things get productive around hour eight or nine, I promise. Keep truckin'.
Personally, this would have been absolutely awesome to receive.
*wonders if he could tell a bonus story with gifs then remembers he's only halfway done with the actual word story*
Does Cobra know you spy on him during yoga?
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*sets up the invisible fence around Wink's cabin, trapping the carrot-inebriated bunnies*
*walks away whistling innocently*
*walks away whistling innocently*
I'll get my mom's eyeballs to give it a last check and be sure there aren't any atrocious typos or missing word but other than that...I think I'm done! Eeeeeeeep!
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ETA: I don't think I'm gonna be able to keep my word about not sending Cobra another update; I corrected a typo and added a bit to the story. But I'ma wait for just a bit and not rush into re-sending like I done did already.
ETA: I don't think I'm gonna be able to keep my word about not sending Cobra another update; I corrected a typo and added a bit to the story. But I'ma wait for just a bit and not rush into re-sending like I done did already.
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For the record, you're not.
Emoticon: Winking Face.
And you're welcome.
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ETA: I don't think I'm gonna be able to keep my word about not sending Cobra another update; I corrected a typo and added a bit to the story. But I'ma wait for just a bit and not rush into re-sending like I done did already.
You're all good, Ari!
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One of these days my brain will be able to word again. I promise.
In the meantime I have lots of scenes mentally written, but the getting-them-onto-paper (so to speak) part is proving difficult.
(I do seem to have made it most of the day sans fever so maybe things are on an upswing. We'll see.)
In the meantime I have lots of scenes mentally written, but the getting-them-onto-paper (so to speak) part is proving difficult.
(I do seem to have made it most of the day sans fever so maybe things are on an upswing. We'll see.)
You're a genius, Jay! *wanders off to find cookies*
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Pretty sure I'm asleep by then. Ugh.
I figured out what was wrong with this particular scene that's been giving me so many problems. Can't believe it took me two weeks to figure out the flaw.
Now it will take another two weeks to figure out how to fix it.
I still have two weeks, right?
RIGHT???
Now it will take another two weeks to figure out how to fix it.
I still have two weeks, right?
RIGHT???
I'll have you know I tripped over the damn carrots. Seriously, I tripped over my own shoelaces leaving the grocery store tonight. Cracked my knees on the hard floor, groceries scattering everywhere in crazy embarrassing slow-mo. I can't make this stuff up.
~Winks, who may or may not have made it home before she turned into a small sobbing child, and is now icing her knees and yelling at her husband every time he points out a snowboarder who biffs it. But she does have tea. And soon wine.
*glares at carrots*
*finds slingshot for plot bunnies*
*watches plot bunnies scream and run from gimpy writer*
*mutters in rocking chair*
Winksie, you're supposed to tie your shoes before you start walking. Makes tripping over the laces much less likely. *gets more ice packs and mulled wine*
Actually, the loop on the one shoe got caught on one of the grommet/higher up hook thingies for tightening laces around ankles on the other shoe (winter snow boots). Which meant when I tried to take a normal step, it meant face plant.
Eta: same effect as if someone had tied my shoelaces together as a prank. I swear I'm cursed.
And ever have one of those slow-mo horror realizations that you know what's happened but it's already in motion so all you can think is "oh god this is going to hurt + oh my god EVERYBODY IS GOING TO SEE THIS as my milk goes flying"? Yeah, that.
If anybody is still looking for a plot bunny, there you go.
Eta: same effect as if someone had tied my shoelaces together as a prank. I swear I'm cursed.
And ever have one of those slow-mo horror realizations that you know what's happened but it's already in motion so all you can think is "oh god this is going to hurt + oh my god EVERYBODY IS GOING TO SEE THIS as my milk goes flying"? Yeah, that.
If anybody is still looking for a plot bunny, there you go.
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Oh, man. THAT sucks when that happens.
I can honestly say I've never had one of those realizations - and I am very content to never have one of those realizations.
Did the milk survive, or did you then need to add insult to injury and buy more?
I can honestly say I've never had one of those realizations - and I am very content to never have one of those realizations.
Did the milk survive, or did you then need to add insult to injury and buy more?
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Actually, the loop on the one shoe got caught on one of the grommet/higher up hook thingies for tightening laces around ankles on the other shoe (winter snow boots). Which meant when I tried to take a normal step, it meant face plant.
Eta: same effect as if someone had tied my shoelaces together as a prank. I swear I'm cursed.
And ever have one of those slow-mo horror realizations that you know what's happened but it's already in motion so all you can think is "oh god this is going to hurt + oh my god EVERYBODY IS GOING TO SEE THIS as my milk goes flying"? Yeah, that.
If anybody is still looking for a plot bunny, there you go.
If it makes you feel any better, I sent milk flying yesterday myself. Put the handcarrier on the self-checkout shelf, started unloading, didn't realize the shelf didn't support the whole carrier and the milk was on the unsupported side. SPLAT.
Luckily, it stayed unexploded, but man, it was loud and kinda embarrassing.
Hope your knees are okay.
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Good grief, Maggie. I never realized how treacherous buying milk is! 
Milk survived. It is severely dented, but intact. Unlike my pride >_<
Knees are really going to suck tomorrow. I think I landed the hardest on my bad one...so I'll be digging out the brace, no doubt.
Milk survived. It is severely dented, but intact. Unlike my pride >_<
Knees are really going to suck tomorrow. I think I landed the hardest on my bad one...so I'll be digging out the brace, no doubt.
That has happened to me with my hiking boots more than once. Summer Job once gave me the call sign Gravity. *Pulls out wine bottle and glasses so we can all forget embarrassment together*
And yeah...I dropped my tub of yogurt in the wine aisle last week...
Edits are going well, buuut I found two potential plot holes. One is a why did they do that? and the other is a why didn't they do that? The former I think I play off with the characters having no idea why the <redacted> is <redacted> instead of <redacted> and hey, sequel plot! The latter I'm not so sure about. I know a way to address it, but it would require so much more story to be added, and this is already longer than I planned *has visions of another Sisyphus turning into a novel*
I hope your knees are alright, Winks! Those hard floors are no joke.
I am scrapping attempted draft #4. I think I have a vague idea for my next attempt...but just no plot for the idea to sit in. I didn't realise the deadline was so close...but I think it'll be okay. The story might have nothing to do with my prompt, though, at this rate. Each attempt has used an idea inspired by the last attempt, meaning I've gotten caught in some kind of Chinese whispers with the prompt.
I am scrapping attempted draft #4. I think I have a vague idea for my next attempt...but just no plot for the idea to sit in. I didn't realise the deadline was so close...but I think it'll be okay. The story might have nothing to do with my prompt, though, at this rate. Each attempt has used an idea inspired by the last attempt, meaning I've gotten caught in some kind of Chinese whispers with the prompt.
*wraps Winks in bubblewrap* Stop hurting yourself. *serious face*
I'm happy to say I don't remember falling down in public any time recently. My main grocery store related injury is a recurring one because the smaller grocery carts at Wegmans have these cursed little shelves on the back, right at shin height. I'm sure they're supposed to give you an extra place to put groceries, but their placement makes it so you can't take a full stride without creaming your shins, and I do so nearly every time. I literally cannot count how many deep dark bruises those stupid little shelves have given me, and the thing is, I've never ever seen anyone use them, and I refuse to justify their existence by using them myself. Seriously, if someone was going to get enough groceries that they needed to use it, they'd just get a bigger cart, so why in the name of all that is good on this green earth is that stupid thing there?! I hope I never meet the designer of those carts or I'll be seriously tempted to punch them in the face. ._.
I'm happy to say I don't remember falling down in public any time recently. My main grocery store related injury is a recurring one because the smaller grocery carts at Wegmans have these cursed little shelves on the back, right at shin height. I'm sure they're supposed to give you an extra place to put groceries, but their placement makes it so you can't take a full stride without creaming your shins, and I do so nearly every time. I literally cannot count how many deep dark bruises those stupid little shelves have given me, and the thing is, I've never ever seen anyone use them, and I refuse to justify their existence by using them myself. Seriously, if someone was going to get enough groceries that they needed to use it, they'd just get a bigger cart, so why in the name of all that is good on this green earth is that stupid thing there?! I hope I never meet the designer of those carts or I'll be seriously tempted to punch them in the face. ._.
