CALIFORNIA GURLS IS NUMBER ONE
MY DREAM COMES TRUE
YES
YEEEEEESSSSSSSS
LOVE YOU KATY PERRY
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31.12.10
the seventh day
Day 7: Four Songs That Describe Your Life Right Now
I can't exactly put the songs here...so I'll have snippets of lyrics.
1. "So if you care to find me, look to the western sky!
As someone told me lately: "Ev'ryone deserves the chance to fly!"
And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free
To those who'd ground me, take a message back from me--
Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
I can't exactly put the songs here...so I'll have snippets of lyrics.
1. "So if you care to find me, look to the western sky!
As someone told me lately: "Ev'ryone deserves the chance to fly!"
And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free
To those who'd ground me, take a message back from me--
Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
I'm flying high
Defying gravity" - Defying Gravity, Wicked
Defying gravity" - Defying Gravity, Wicked
2. "You've got opinions, man
Everyone's entitled to 'em
But I never asked
So I'll thank you for your time
And try not to waste anymore of mine
Get out of here, fast
I hate to break it to you, babe, but I'm not drowning
There is no one here to save
Who cares if you disagree? You are not me
Who made you king of anything?
So you dare tell me who to be?
Who died and made you king of anything?" - King of Anything, Sara Bareilles
3. "On the hills of lore and wonder
There's a stormy world up there
You can't whisper above the thunder
But you can fly anywhere
Purple burst of paper birds, this
Picture paints a thousand words
So take a breath of myth and mystery
And don't look back" - To the Sky, Owl City
4. "Do you know that there's still a chance for you
Cause there's a spark in you
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night, like the Fourth of July
Cause baby you're a firework, come on show 'em what your worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!" as you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby you're a firework, come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!", you're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own" - Firework, Katy Perry
Cause there's a spark in you
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night, like the Fourth of July
Cause baby you're a firework, come on show 'em what your worth
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!" as you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby you're a firework, come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!", you're gunna leave 'em fallin' down-own-own" - Firework, Katy Perry
the epic 100
As before, I have my yearly fixture of 987 Top 100 Countdown. We're at 19 (OMG by Usher), and so far, three Adam Lambert and two Owl City things have passed. One more Adam Lambert song to go 8D I'm wondering if there's anymore Owl City, though...sort of sad that he no longer has anything as high as Fireflies.
...
Well, now we're at 13, and it happens to be Telephone by Lady Gaga and Beyonce--I love this song! Why wasn't it higher? Well, 13's not bad. But this is really my favourite of Gaga's songs :D
I will probably close my post at this point, and blog about it again at the end--otherwise it'll get rambly.
Brb, browsing Inception memes 8D
...
Well, now we're at 13, and it happens to be Telephone by Lady Gaga and Beyonce--I love this song! Why wasn't it higher? Well, 13's not bad. But this is really my favourite of Gaga's songs :D
I will probably close my post at this point, and blog about it again at the end--otherwise it'll get rambly.
Brb, browsing Inception memes 8D
28.12.10
the sixth day
Day 6: Five Things You Can Eat Everyday
I'm not an eater at heart, though I'll try my best.
1. Bread. Because I do eat it everyday.
2. Rock melon. My favourite fruit of all time--nope, not the mango, not the watermelon, not even the ever-popular apple. Rock melons rock.
3. Honey O's. The breakfast cereal. Best I've ever tasted.
4. Mashed potato. Everyday. Because it wins over whole unmashed potatoes so much.
5. Waffles. Oh, I miss those guys.
I'm not an eater at heart, though I'll try my best.
1. Bread. Because I do eat it everyday.
2. Rock melon. My favourite fruit of all time--nope, not the mango, not the watermelon, not even the ever-popular apple. Rock melons rock.
3. Honey O's. The breakfast cereal. Best I've ever tasted.
4. Mashed potato. Everyday. Because it wins over whole unmashed potatoes so much.
5. Waffles. Oh, I miss those guys.
26.12.10
the fifth day
Day 5: Six of Your Favorite Books
Sorry, I forgot about this after my long holiday.
Oh, yes.
1. Flora's Dare. And its prequel. The history, the politics, the locations, the sheer imagery, the colours, the twists, the themes, the echoes, the makeup, the clothes designs, the characters. Oh, the characters. I could read this all day (I actually did).
2. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. Together with its two fellows: half the epic in the world packed into less than a kilogram.
3. The Hunger Games. Again with its two fellows: I finished all 1,200 pages in two days. 48 hours. That's how much it captured me. The politics, the pain, the reality of it all. The fire and the songs. If anything, this captured me deeper than any other book I've ever read. Whether or not it's my favourite.
4. Time Ghost. A memory full of tears. Circling time. Paradoxes and dodging them. The birds that have returned. It was been my favourite book for a good three years (until I read the above three this year).
5. Artemis Fowl and the Eternity Code. Because Eoin Colfer knows how to tangle an immensely complex chessmaster contest plot up to the point of despairing the reader--and then proceed to straighten it perfectly out by the end. This installment was particularly divinely ingenious.
6. The Castle of Dark. I've read it three times through, which makes it my third most-read book. The images and strong theme of dark and light and the blurring in between was just...just amazing.
Sorry, I forgot about this after my long holiday.
Oh, yes.
1. Flora's Dare. And its prequel. The history, the politics, the locations, the sheer imagery, the colours, the twists, the themes, the echoes, the makeup, the clothes designs, the characters. Oh, the characters. I could read this all day (I actually did).
2. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. Together with its two fellows: half the epic in the world packed into less than a kilogram.
3. The Hunger Games. Again with its two fellows: I finished all 1,200 pages in two days. 48 hours. That's how much it captured me. The politics, the pain, the reality of it all. The fire and the songs. If anything, this captured me deeper than any other book I've ever read. Whether or not it's my favourite.
4. Time Ghost. A memory full of tears. Circling time. Paradoxes and dodging them. The birds that have returned. It was been my favourite book for a good three years (until I read the above three this year).
5. Artemis Fowl and the Eternity Code. Because Eoin Colfer knows how to tangle an immensely complex chessmaster contest plot up to the point of despairing the reader--and then proceed to straighten it perfectly out by the end. This installment was particularly divinely ingenious.
6. The Castle of Dark. I've read it three times through, which makes it my third most-read book. The images and strong theme of dark and light and the blurring in between was just...just amazing.
14.12.10
the fourth day
Day 4: Seven People Who Inspire You, and Why?
I'll take this question to mean my idols--because if it were about inspiring friends, there'd be no end to this list.
1. Whoever composed the MapleStory OST: No body of music has singlehandedly transformed me the way this has. Every single one of these 200-odd works has shaped me, my art and my life in some way or another. Whoever was responsible, please please please stop hiding in anonymity. I'd list you as my number one idol of all time.
2. Yan Wenqing/yuumei (artist on deviantART): Her pain inspires her art. She might be suffering, but her art is true to herself. And she's utterly talented. To be able to hold on to this even beneath the stress of reality is purely inspiring.
3. Michael Giacchino (composer): His words at the 2010 Oscars, when he won, were what kept my dream of becoming a film score composer alive.
4. J.R.R. Tolkien (author): The master of world-creation. He gives me hope, in the influence that an imaginary place, an imaginary story, can have upon events in the real world. Never before has creation made so much sense to me.
5. Adam Young/Owl City (singer/songwriter): Who doesn't love his story? He makes me believe, both through his story and his songs, that the possibilities are limitless within creativity.
6. Grace Guo: The only person here who is remotely likely to read this. Her works have taught me how to bring colours and tastes and music into my writing.
7. Kal Ancalas (author on FanFiction.net): He was my idol back in the days when I was starting in the MapleStory archive. He made me realise that I wanted to write sad stories. I'm glad I did that, instead of going the generic-kid-on-adventure-with-prophecy-to-save-the-world way.
I'll take this question to mean my idols--because if it were about inspiring friends, there'd be no end to this list.
1. Whoever composed the MapleStory OST: No body of music has singlehandedly transformed me the way this has. Every single one of these 200-odd works has shaped me, my art and my life in some way or another. Whoever was responsible, please please please stop hiding in anonymity. I'd list you as my number one idol of all time.
2. Yan Wenqing/yuumei (artist on deviantART): Her pain inspires her art. She might be suffering, but her art is true to herself. And she's utterly talented. To be able to hold on to this even beneath the stress of reality is purely inspiring.
3. Michael Giacchino (composer): His words at the 2010 Oscars, when he won, were what kept my dream of becoming a film score composer alive.
4. J.R.R. Tolkien (author): The master of world-creation. He gives me hope, in the influence that an imaginary place, an imaginary story, can have upon events in the real world. Never before has creation made so much sense to me.
5. Adam Young/Owl City (singer/songwriter): Who doesn't love his story? He makes me believe, both through his story and his songs, that the possibilities are limitless within creativity.
6. Grace Guo: The only person here who is remotely likely to read this. Her works have taught me how to bring colours and tastes and music into my writing.
7. Kal Ancalas (author on FanFiction.net): He was my idol back in the days when I was starting in the MapleStory archive. He made me realise that I wanted to write sad stories. I'm glad I did that, instead of going the generic-kid-on-adventure-with-prophecy-to-save-the-world way.
the third day
Day 3: Eight Places You Want To Visit
1. Seville, Spain. My co-favourite composer Turina wrote some of the most amazing music about this place, his hometown. Only a breathtaking place could inspire such music.
2. Tokyo, Japan. Because that's where Akiabara is. And because I shall see the actual 地下鉄 in our textbooks. And because it's in Japan. If anything, it'd be the reason I learnt Japanese for three years.
3. Anywhere in Australia. I lived there for a year of my life, and I miss it like my home (and it's been ten years).
4. Los Angeles, USA. Because it just sounds so darned good. My favourite fantasy author's story setting is a steampunk parallel of LA--if it's that good, then I've got to see it.
5. Paris, France. Goodness, I've wanted to as long as I've known the name of that place. "Paris" is always accompanied by a description, a picture, a story of some kind. Never a name spoken on its own.
6. Mallorca, Menorca or Ibiza, Spain. I've read great things about their cultural diversity and their seaside scenery. Plus, Ibiza architecture is awesome.
7. London, England. You can't deny that literature and popular culture has made it sound like a very respectable, charming place. And the train stations, oh the train stations. I need to see those.
8. THE BATHROOM. NOW. ><
1. Seville, Spain. My co-favourite composer Turina wrote some of the most amazing music about this place, his hometown. Only a breathtaking place could inspire such music.
2. Tokyo, Japan. Because that's where Akiabara is. And because I shall see the actual 地下鉄 in our textbooks. And because it's in Japan. If anything, it'd be the reason I learnt Japanese for three years.
3. Anywhere in Australia. I lived there for a year of my life, and I miss it like my home (and it's been ten years).
4. Los Angeles, USA. Because it just sounds so darned good. My favourite fantasy author's story setting is a steampunk parallel of LA--if it's that good, then I've got to see it.
5. Paris, France. Goodness, I've wanted to as long as I've known the name of that place. "Paris" is always accompanied by a description, a picture, a story of some kind. Never a name spoken on its own.
6. Mallorca, Menorca or Ibiza, Spain. I've read great things about their cultural diversity and their seaside scenery. Plus, Ibiza architecture is awesome.
7. London, England. You can't deny that literature and popular culture has made it sound like a very respectable, charming place. And the train stations, oh the train stations. I need to see those.
8. THE BATHROOM. NOW. ><
13.12.10
10.12.10
as is obligatory
Unfortunately, I will be in Malaysia for the next week or so, and hence I will not be able to finish the ten day meme in the allotted time. Whoops.
My maternal grandmother's turning 80, and there will be a big dinner for that.
We're leaving at 7 am tomorrow morning, so I will leave now. It's late.
My maternal grandmother's turning 80, and there will be a big dinner for that.
We're leaving at 7 am tomorrow morning, so I will leave now. It's late.
the second day
Day 2: Nine Things You Can’t Live Without
Fascinating, fascinating, wonderful question. I won't take it literally, because where's the fun?
1. A computer.
2. Paper and stationery.
3. Music.
4. A home.
5. A window to the sky.
6. Creating something.
7. People to share my creations with.
8. Loving someone.
9. A dream, a desire, something I don't like about this time, this world.
Fascinating, fascinating, wonderful question. I won't take it literally, because where's the fun?
1. A computer.
2. Paper and stationery.
3. Music.
4. A home.
5. A window to the sky.
6. Creating something.
7. People to share my creations with.
8. Loving someone.
9. A dream, a desire, something I don't like about this time, this world.
9.12.10
the first day
Day 1: Ten Things You Wanted/Want To Be When You’re Older
I think this prompt leaves you the space to list multiple desires, even if you can only have one. So I'll go ahead and list. "Wanted", after all.
1. Somewhere far off, far high, I dream of being a crazy pop star--wearing whatever I want, performing my heart bare and waiting for people to rip it open, sparking flames and dreams, crying behind a locked door because they won't leave me alone. I will die young. I will die chained; it doesn't matter. I will die free.
2. Most recently, I had an image of myself designing things that actually exist. No more people who breathe paper. Something that I will actually walk within. I come to realise I very much want to be an architect--even though it's never once struck me before.
3. Right now, my grandest, most deeply-rooted and most hopeful dream is to be a film score composer. You'll have to pin that ambition on Michael Giacchino, composer of the Up soundtrack.
4. A secondary dream beneath the film score dream, would be that of game background music composition. And possibly the most feasible, because I (very much to my own disgust) fancy myself at a sufficient standard. Go ahead, shoot me.
5. The original music dream was songwriter. But I think that was killed when I realised: I don't know the name of any songwriter unless he/she sings his/her own songs. This evolved into ambition 1.
6. When I started writing, I felt like I could go anywhere with it. Maybe it's true; I wanted to write for a living. But reality is such a terrible thing sometimes. Novelists don't get anywhere without another job around.
7. There is this deep-rooted love for birds in me, and maybe being an ornithologist wouldn't make me happy. But there's nothing in me that seems to point remotely in that direction.
8. Back in the times when I drew only Pokemon that you couldn't tell were Pokemon, I dreamt of being an artist and selling my works for thousands.
9. If I'm not wrong, my very first dream was to be a veterinarian. I buried that dream, right where it should stay.It's gone. When you're young, you're stupid. It's gone.
10. I want to be remembered. Leave a mark. Have my name spoken at least twenty generations, until we vanish forever. Then I will be nothing: and wanting to be nothing, though the wisest thing to aspire towards, never happens.
I think this prompt leaves you the space to list multiple desires, even if you can only have one. So I'll go ahead and list. "Wanted", after all.
1. Somewhere far off, far high, I dream of being a crazy pop star--wearing whatever I want, performing my heart bare and waiting for people to rip it open, sparking flames and dreams, crying behind a locked door because they won't leave me alone. I will die young. I will die chained; it doesn't matter. I will die free.
2. Most recently, I had an image of myself designing things that actually exist. No more people who breathe paper. Something that I will actually walk within. I come to realise I very much want to be an architect--even though it's never once struck me before.
3. Right now, my grandest, most deeply-rooted and most hopeful dream is to be a film score composer. You'll have to pin that ambition on Michael Giacchino, composer of the Up soundtrack.
4. A secondary dream beneath the film score dream, would be that of game background music composition. And possibly the most feasible, because I (very much to my own disgust) fancy myself at a sufficient standard. Go ahead, shoot me.
5. The original music dream was songwriter. But I think that was killed when I realised: I don't know the name of any songwriter unless he/she sings his/her own songs. This evolved into ambition 1.
6. When I started writing, I felt like I could go anywhere with it. Maybe it's true; I wanted to write for a living. But reality is such a terrible thing sometimes. Novelists don't get anywhere without another job around.
7. There is this deep-rooted love for birds in me, and maybe being an ornithologist wouldn't make me happy. But there's nothing in me that seems to point remotely in that direction.
8. Back in the times when I drew only Pokemon that you couldn't tell were Pokemon, I dreamt of being an artist and selling my works for thousands.
9. If I'm not wrong, my very first dream was to be a veterinarian. I buried that dream, right where it should stay.It's gone. When you're young, you're stupid. It's gone.
10. I want to be remembered. Leave a mark. Have my name spoken at least twenty generations, until we vanish forever. Then I will be nothing: and wanting to be nothing, though the wisest thing to aspire towards, never happens.
the prize of the sword
I am astounded.
Today, I found a novelette I completely forgot existed. It's probably a full 200 novel pages long by estimate, and took maybe three months of my life to write. And I forgot it existed.
How it happened: today I was listening half-attentively to Power Rangers on TV, thinking about MacGuffins (this triggered by Power Rangers, no less), and about how stories about those are so common. Then because I've been thinking about the Hunger Games so much, I wondered what would happen if the plot had gone a different way--if the game had been about finding a small object in a vast place and fighting for it, instead.
At that point, a bell rang, like I'd heard that plot somewhere before.
Then I realised that I'd written that plot before. And four months before Hunger Games was published--so I probably didn't get the idea from there, or from any ambient discussions regarding that.
In fact, no, I remember where the idea came from. It was from Oban Star-Racers.
The novel is about a girl named Maisha (oh GOODNESS) from a broken family of gardeners. She enters a tournament of six nations, where the prize is anything you want (now why are the bells ringing?), and consists of an elimination round as described above (finding an object) that narrows the competition pool from a thousand to sixty-four. Then they go fighting one-on-one, and more often than not, murder is victory.
I just thought the idea of competition at the heart of a story was nice, no, awesome. Triggered by the wonderful-ness of OSR, no less.
The Prize of the Sword, the title I gave it. I see why I can't remember it. Oh goodness.
I think another part of the reason it slipped from my memory is that I never let anyone read it. Trash stuff.
I think it needs a new title. Badly.
Today, I found a novelette I completely forgot existed. It's probably a full 200 novel pages long by estimate, and took maybe three months of my life to write. And I forgot it existed.
How it happened: today I was listening half-attentively to Power Rangers on TV, thinking about MacGuffins (this triggered by Power Rangers, no less), and about how stories about those are so common. Then because I've been thinking about the Hunger Games so much, I wondered what would happen if the plot had gone a different way--if the game had been about finding a small object in a vast place and fighting for it, instead.
At that point, a bell rang, like I'd heard that plot somewhere before.
Then I realised that I'd written that plot before. And four months before Hunger Games was published--so I probably didn't get the idea from there, or from any ambient discussions regarding that.
In fact, no, I remember where the idea came from. It was from Oban Star-Racers.
The novel is about a girl named Maisha (oh GOODNESS) from a broken family of gardeners. She enters a tournament of six nations, where the prize is anything you want (now why are the bells ringing?), and consists of an elimination round as described above (finding an object) that narrows the competition pool from a thousand to sixty-four. Then they go fighting one-on-one, and more often than not, murder is victory.
I just thought the idea of competition at the heart of a story was nice, no, awesome. Triggered by the wonderful-ness of OSR, no less.
The Prize of the Sword, the title I gave it. I see why I can't remember it. Oh goodness.
I think another part of the reason it slipped from my memory is that I never let anyone read it. Trash stuff.
I think it needs a new title. Badly.
7.12.10
the ten day game
The bandwagon has been waiting at my gate for a long, long time. :B
Day 1: Ten Things You Wanted/Want To Be When You’re Older
Day 2: Nine Things You Can’t Live Without
Day 3: Eight Places You Want To Visit
Day 4: Seven People Who Inspire You, and Why?
Day 5: Six of Your Favorite Books
Day 6: Five Things You Can Eat Everyday
Day 7: Four Songs That Describe Your Life Right Now
Day 8: Three favorite Cartoon Characters
Day 9: Two Movies You Absolutely Love
Day 10: One Quote That Describes Your Life Right Now
Day 1: Ten Things You Wanted/Want To Be When You’re Older
Day 2: Nine Things You Can’t Live Without
Day 3: Eight Places You Want To Visit
Day 4: Seven People Who Inspire You, and Why?
Day 5: Six of Your Favorite Books
Day 6: Five Things You Can Eat Everyday
Day 7: Four Songs That Describe Your Life Right Now
Day 8: Three favorite Cartoon Characters
Day 9: Two Movies You Absolutely Love
Day 10: One Quote That Describes Your Life Right Now
1.12.10
the quotedump
NaNoWriMo--it's over!
Final word count: 68,303 (OpenOffice word count algorithm)
Final page count: 273 (word count/250)
I've been keeping everyone almost totally in the dark about the actual contents of my NaNoWriMo piece Umbrella Story. Finally going to be posting stuff for viewing.
Some attractive quotes from the novel, which don't happen to be attractive at all.
1._____
We’re not all about physics and mechanics and material science. We have to find a way to make it acceptable to the public mind. Such is the task accorded by such a vast mission. We are sociologists, philosophers; we are hopeless dreamers.
She is a mechanic from a pro-Science revolutionary group.
2._____
On her walk across the room to the doorway, the mechanic felt her foot thump on the trapdoor in the floor, humble and half-concealed by the shadows of the shelves. Why Rutherford had included it in the design, she didn’t know—unless her brother thought falling half a mile with half a chance of landing outside the river and among the rocks was a crucial activity in daily life.
There's half a mile of sky underneath her floorboards. In Astra, houses float in midair.
And, her brother is an architect. *_*
And, their names were ripped off the periodic table. :B
She just received a stack of 60 Flight Physics worksheets.
Unlike me, she isn't vegetarian.
My drawing of Aleigh does him no justice. He is far less sociable than suggested. But not emotionless. Ruthenia loves her sweeping statements.
All-caps words! Well, this is the story with dingbats (→!), pictures, script format (and bracket overuse). None of these are particularly uncommon.
If you're interested--wait till June next year.
I am going to feel very guilty for putting OTDOTS on hold for this.
No, I'm actually working on both at the same time--but Chapter 11 is stuck at 3k words.
Final word count: 68,303 (OpenOffice word count algorithm)
Final page count: 273 (word count/250)
I've been keeping everyone almost totally in the dark about the actual contents of my NaNoWriMo piece Umbrella Story. Finally going to be posting stuff for viewing.
Some attractive quotes from the novel, which don't happen to be attractive at all.
1._____
We’re not all about physics and mechanics and material science. We have to find a way to make it acceptable to the public mind. Such is the task accorded by such a vast mission. We are sociologists, philosophers; we are hopeless dreamers.
She is a mechanic from a pro-Science revolutionary group.
2._____
On her walk across the room to the doorway, the mechanic felt her foot thump on the trapdoor in the floor, humble and half-concealed by the shadows of the shelves. Why Rutherford had included it in the design, she didn’t know—unless her brother thought falling half a mile with half a chance of landing outside the river and among the rocks was a crucial activity in daily life.
Still, Ruthenia ran her foot over the catch with some appreciation, feeling the wind rattling gently against its hinges. She had heard enough stories about trapdoors to believe that she would find something to do with it eventually.
There's half a mile of sky underneath her floorboards. In Astra, houses float in midair.
And, her brother is an architect. *_*
And, their names were ripped off the periodic table. :B
3._____
Just considering the possibility that it was dead—it felt like a ton of ice in her gut. The seed couldn’t be dead. This belief had suddenly become connected with her belief in the world. Connected, even, to the unnamed force at work in the sea. And to the cause she was fighting for. Somehow.
The mechanic gave the soil a small pat, before she went to her desk and took worksheet thirty-six to complete.
She just received a stack of 60 Flight Physics worksheets.
4._____
She finished breakfast opposite Tanio, grimacing furiously at the taste of his undercooked eggs.
“Well, why don’t you try cooking for yourself for a change?” asked the man, obviously still sore from yesterday’s events. Not that she wasn’t either.
She sighed growlingly, forcing another mouthful of peppery egg into her mouth with her fork. “Me? Cook? Oh, alright, then maybe you can see how it feels to be forced to eat someone else’s failed cooking!”
Unlike me, she isn't vegetarian.
5._____
So this was what her life had come to. This was how desperate she was for company—so desperate that she would ask an emotionless royal brat with a book glued to his nose to spend tea with her.
My drawing of Aleigh does him no justice. He is far less sociable than suggested. But not emotionless. Ruthenia loves her sweeping statements.
6._____
He kicked at something that stood to the right of the door; it made hollow plywood thumps. Ruthenia turned. And behold, there was the source of that thumping—a crate that could only spell more work. In BIG CAPITAL LETTERS.
He kicked at something that stood to the right of the door; it made hollow plywood thumps. Ruthenia turned. And behold, there was the source of that thumping—a crate that could only spell more work. In BIG CAPITAL LETTERS.
Ruthenia's suspicion, it turned out, was spot-on. “Some guy's motor unit broke down,” explained Tanio. “He brought it all the way here by himself—and for a chair guy, that is one tough feat. So you'd better make his efforts pay off. He wants it back within a week.”
MORE WORK.
All-caps words! Well, this is the story with dingbats (→!), pictures, script format (and bracket overuse). None of these are particularly uncommon.
If you're interested--wait till June next year.
I am going to feel very guilty for putting OTDOTS on hold for this.
No, I'm actually working on both at the same time--but Chapter 11 is stuck at 3k words.
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