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changelingI've been killing time, waiting for Chris to come over so we can xbox. I'm going nowhere with the novel today, and I'm doing it fast. Yep, a whole lot of staring at the page.
So I asked Dad if he wanted to read it. He said sure, I printed out the opening block (which is exactly 5,000 words long, heh), but by the time I got back to his room he'd buggered off somewhere. So I left it on the bed.
I'm back in the lounge room, sitting on the couch, staring at my notepad, and Dad comes through.
"Where's your story?"
"On your bed," I tell him. I ponder writing a word, then decide it's stupid.
I walk into their room to find out where Dad is, and what he thinks.
Mum accosts me verbally. "They get her back, right?"
"Uh, what?"
"Rhiannon. They get her back, right?"
"Uh... it is a book for children..."
"Good. It was really unfair for you to leave that where I have to read it when it doesn't have an ending."
And she leaves. Score 1 to me. At least I know it's readable.
So I asked Dad if he wanted to read it. He said sure, I printed out the opening block (which is exactly 5,000 words long, heh), but by the time I got back to his room he'd buggered off somewhere. So I left it on the bed.
I'm back in the lounge room, sitting on the couch, staring at my notepad, and Dad comes through.
"Where's your story?"
"On your bed," I tell him. I ponder writing a word, then decide it's stupid.
I walk into their room to find out where Dad is, and what he thinks.
Mum accosts me verbally. "They get her back, right?"
"Uh, what?"
"Rhiannon. They get her back, right?"
"Uh... it is a book for children..."
"Good. It was really unfair for you to leave that where I have to read it when it doesn't have an ending."
And she leaves. Score 1 to me. At least I know it's readable.
