Word Count (29.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,182

Overall Word Count: 

107,259

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

James dropped his cigarette on the ground and stamped it out. He heard applause coming from the diner and poked his head around the door just as Wayne was saying, ‘We keep going to these small nations and telling them, “stand up against Communism and we’ll back you,” and now that we’re doing it in Vietnam people are saying “oh, no, that’s terrible, don’t do that!” and I just think that’s sad. We live in the greatest nation on Earth and if someone comes to us for help then we have to do the right thing by God and our own conscience.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written:

And the mercy seat is melting,
And I think my blood is boiling,
And in a way I’m spoiling,
All the fun with all this truth and consequence.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,
And anyway I told the truth,
And I’m not afraid to die.

From The Mercy Seat by Nick Cave

 

 

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Word Count (28.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,720

Overall Word Count: 

106,078

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘John Wayne only has one lung?’ James suddenly became aware of how much he wanted a cigarette.

‘Yep,’ Bastedo, chewing his steak. ‘Now he’s very anti-smoking. And anti-cancer, which I guess makes him just like everyone else in the world.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written:

Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
“The curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.

From The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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Word Count (27.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

2,089

Overall Word Count: 

104, 403

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

Each one shook James’ hand and gave their names. James’ hand was coated in sweat after each shake but he didn’t want to seem rude by wiping his hand on his jacket or trousers so simply resolved to cut it off the first chance he got.

Lines I Wish I Had Written:

Seth Bullock: You and I know how it is, Mr. Swearengen.
Al Swearengen: How what is?
Seth Bullock: She gets a square shake, or I come for you.
Al Swearengen: What if I come for you, you ready for that?
Seth Bullock: I guess I better be.
Al Swearengen: Then close your fucking store because being ready for me will take care of your waking hours and you better have someone to hand the task off to when you close your fucking eyes.

From Deadwood by David Milch

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Word Count (26.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,084

Overall Word Count: 

102,249

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘Your side would have everyone think that Kennedy is the love child of Jesus and Mother Teresa but it’s easy to have a big heart when you have deep pockets.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Walter: Excuse me, miss. Is that lemon jello?
Nurse: These are urine samples.
Walter: Oh, well in that case no thank you. I’m more peckish than thirsty.

From Fringe by by J. J. Abrams, Alex Kurtzman, and Roberto Orci

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Word Count (25.04.13)

Took a day off today to catch up on school work. A lot of my writing is done in the free moments I have in school and keeping on top of my vast workload creates more of these free moments so some days I need to just make a to-do list and get into school work mode and clear the decks of work.

Once work was done I went and bought my wedding suit (excited noise) and then watched Arrested Development until bedtime (excited noise?).

All my other tasks such as Turkey blog, 100 Word Novel and Friday Fictioneers are all on the backburner at the moment as I push forward towards finishing my book. Once thats done I’ll get back into the old flow.

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Word Count (24.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

3,203 (a personal best)

Overall Word Count: 

101,120

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

Bastedo laughed, ‘If I had a nickel every time I was called the devil I’d have…well, I’d have a lot of nickels. Possibly too many.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Well, I would say this – I’ve been working here for 18 years, and in 1975 no one died. In 1976, no one died. In 1977, no one died. In 1978, no one died. In 1979, no-one died. In 1980… some one died. In 1981, no one died. In 1982 there was the incident with the pigeon. In 1983, no one died. In 1984, no one died. In 1985, no one died. In 1986… I mean, I could go on.

From The Day Today by Chris Morris

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Word Count (23.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,523

Overall Word Count: 

98, 141 – A lot of what I wrote yesterday needed to be scrapped as it was going nowhere. I did hear on a podcast once that a writer is full of good words and bad words and the only way to get out the bad words is to write them down so hopefully I’ve managed to exorcise a few bad words from my system.

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘Wayne will get this nomination because of two things: His first name and his last name. John Wayne’s name is like American steel. People trust him. People believe what he says. People want to see him win. President John Wayne has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? We don’t need to sell our candidate because he’s been on every TV screen in America and been seen by every American being a war hero or a cowboy for the past thirty years. Doesn’t get more American than that. What are you guys selling? An Irish Catholic? Good luck.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Injun will chase a thing till he thinks he’s chased it enough. Then he quits. Same way when he runs. Seems like he never learns there’s such a thing as a critter that’ll just keep comin’ on. So we’ll find ’em in the end, I promise you. We’ll find ’em. Just as sure as the turnin’ of the earth.

From The Searchers by Frank S. Nugent.

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Word Count (22.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,522

Overall Word Count: 

98,139

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

The boy who had left Liverpool was never going to come home again. He had been replaced by the man James now was. The man who was going to order room service ice cream and eat it in his underpants while watching cartoons.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

From This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin

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Word Count (21.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

425

Overall Word Count: 

96,573

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

Hal dropped his half-smoked cigarette into his cocktail and then sipped it. ‘This drink’s awful.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

To lose one parent, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

From The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

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Word Count (19.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

537

Overall Word Count: 

96,091

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘Ugh, that fucking guy,’ said Hal. ‘Hasn’t someone set that asshole on fire yet?’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Kill the pig! Cut her throat! Spill the blood!

From Lord of the Flies by William Golding

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Word Count (18.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

2,527

Overall Word Count: 

95,554

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘I thought we were friends, Sam,’ said James smiling, ‘A few days ago I bought you that bagel.’

‘This is politics, son, a few days doesn’t mean shit,’ he looked at his watch. ‘Thirteen minutes.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

A cut glass English accent can fool unsuspecting Americans into detecting a brilliance that isn’t there.

Stephen Fry.

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Word Count (17.04.13)

Didn’t write any words of the book today. Had to deal with paperwork for getting married in Australia in the summer and was burnt out by the end of the day.

What I did do was was to strictly plan out the last part of the book. I made a table of real world events and then story events and matched them up to make an end game plan.

Also Fiona set up a reward system so I choose a piece of paper from a hat and on it is written a reward and a number of words and Fiona gives me a time limit (current reward is a book was an awesome comic shop I discovered today and 3500 words by Sunday night).

So things are going well.

Word Count (16.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,312

Overall Word Count: 

93,026

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

Donnie got to him first and grabbed his chin. He turned his face this way and that and said, ‘Look at you,’ said Donnie. He lightly slapped James’ un-throbbing cheek. ‘You’re beautiful.’

‘Was that ever in doubt?’ Said James.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Mike: Just a small change in the speech.
Selina: What is that?
Mike: Plastics apparently talked to the President. The White House doesn’t want us mentioning oil or cornstarch or plastic. Just wing it.
Selina: This has been pencil-fucked completely?
Mike: Uh, yes, front and back. Very little romance.
Selina: That’s the entire speech, okay? What’s left here? I’ve got “hello” and I have… prepositions.

From Veep by Armando Iannucci

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Word Count (15.03.13)

Words Written Today: 

752

Overall Word Count: 

91,714

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘Nice. So now that I’ve said I was going to let you down gently does that count as me actually doing it?’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby-Dick. He piled upon the whale’s white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart’s shell upon it.

From Moby Dick by Herman Melville

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Word Count (14.03.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,136

Overall Word Count: 

90,963

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

Its all pretty spoilery today so I’m not going to write anything here.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Don Draper: By love you mean big lightning bolts to the heart, where you can’t eat and you can’t work, and you just run off and get married and make babies. The reason you haven’t felt is because it doesn’t exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me…to sell nylons.

From Mad Men by Matthew Wiener

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Word Count (13.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,049

Overall Word Count: 

89,868

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘Oh, shit,’ said Max. ‘What happened to you? Have you been crying?’

‘Throwing up,’ said James, suppressing a hot burp that rose from his gullet.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Gob: Let me ask you something. Is this a business decision, or is it personal? ‘Cause if it’s business I’ll go away happily. But if it’s personal, I’ll go away… but I won’t be happy.
Michael: It’s personal.

From Arrested Development by Mitchell Hurwitz

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Word Count (12.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

2,182 (NICE!)

Overall Word Count: 

88,819

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

James opened the glove compartment and found the glasses under the remains of a cheese sandwich and a small bible. He handed them over, ‘They’re a little dirty,’ said James. ‘They were under a sandwich and a bible.’

‘I doubt he’ll care, and nothing washes bible off anyway,’ Hal took the glasses and walked away.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Catwoman: Come with me. Save yourself. You don’t owe these people any more. You’ve given them everything.

Batman: Not everything. Not yet.

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Word Count (11.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,076

Overall Word Count: 

86, 636

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘When my dad was young,’ said James, ‘he told me that his mum would give him something called “bacon press”. Basically my nan would fry the bacon and then put it between two pieces of bread, squeeze it, then take the bacon out of my dad’s sandwich and put it into my granddad’s for him to eat while my dad ate bread with a bacon Shroud of Turin on it.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

This is the bitterest pain among men, to have much knowledge but no power.

From The Histories by Herodotus

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Word Count (10.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

636

Overall Word Count: 

85,557

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘Come on inside, I’ve got coffee on the burner and we do the best biscuits and apple butter in the state,’ Petey disappeared into his restaurant.

‘Biscuits?’ Said James. ‘Like digestives?’

‘Digestives?’ Said Carl.

‘Yes, little round things that you dip in your tea.’

‘I don’t think it’s the same thing.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth. Banks are going bust. Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
We know things are bad — worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is: ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’
Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot — I don’t want you to write to your congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. [shouting] You’ve got to say: ‘I’m a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!’
So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell: I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!
I want you to get up right now. Sit up. Go to your windows. Open them and stick your head out and yell – ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not gonna take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad!…You’ve got to say, I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE! Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first, get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!

From Network by Paddy Chayefsky

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FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD

For the book…People growing up in Liverpool in the 60’s, what kind of food did you eat? What would be a standard breakfast that you would have? What kinds of sweets/biscuits did you eat? What are the ingredients of Scouse and how would I cook it?

Also Americans, are any of you Hoosiers? or have Hoosier relatives and can answer a few questions about Indiana? It would be a great help to me at the moment. I can look stuff up on the internet but its not as good as getting first hand info.

Thanks.

Word Count (09.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

651

Overall Word Count: 

84, 925

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

‘Thanks,’ said James. ‘Should you ever find yourself in England I’ll take you to an Everton match. Show you how gladiators play the game.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Manotaur: Not man enough? NOT MAN ENOUGH? I have 4 adam’s apples, six Y-chromosomes, pecs on my abs and FISTS FOR NIPPLES!

From Gravity Falls by Alex Hirsch

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Word Count (06.04.13) (07.04.13) (08.04.13)

So another three days of wordlessness.

But I can excuse myself because a) my mum and my brother came to visit me for the weekend and b) the day they left I came down with a cold and all the ideas in my brain have been replaced by snot.

As soon as I post this blog post though I’m gonna get back to work and try and get at least 350 words written and then I’m gonna eat my dinner and watch Beasts of the Southern Wild and go to sleep and hopefully wake up early and eager to get back into 1968 with a vengeance.

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Word Count (05.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

747

Overall Word Count: 

84, 269

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

Over the course of the day James had pulled at least a dozen splinters from his hands and now his palms felt so tough he could probably sharpen swords on them.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Early on, presenter Mark Evans observes that a snake is essentially just “one massive tube with a head at the end”, which, coincidentally, is also how he might describe his genitals to an audience of blind women in a hypothetical situation I’ve just invented in which hen nights for the visually impaired are held in special strip clubs where naked men describe their bodies in time to disco music. For what it’s worth, I don’t know what I’m going on about, either

From Screen Burn by Charlie Brooker

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Word Count (04.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

426

Overall Word Count: 

83,908

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

Lloyd flicked the side of the pot and it made a dull noise like a church bell being struck. ‘This was my pappy’s back in the war. He carried this big sucker to France and back. Made coffee every morning rain or shine or if he was being bombed or if he was waking up next to a lonely French girl.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

“The matter with human beans,” the BFG went on, “is that they is absolutely refusing to believe in anything unless they is actually seeing it right in front of their own schnozzles.”

From The BFG by Roald Dahl

 

Friday Fictioneers: Gallows Tree

Jwdwrites challnged me to put a radioactive super-monkey into my next story so here you go.

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‘Monkey must not kill monkey,’ muttered Anton, spokesman for the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Radioactive Super-Monkeys (RSPCRSM).

He stood before a huge, many-branched gallows tree on which many radioactive super-monkeys hung, dead, like warnings.

‘How’d you know it was monkeys who did this?’ Asked police officer Lewis.

Anton scratched his furry head, ‘A monkey knows monkey. Cut down.  Put in rocket. Monkey must be buried in space. Monkey God demands.’

Lewis nodded and walked to the rocket truck.

Anton took a cigarette out of the pocket of his long-armed jacket. ‘Me pick wrong day quit smoking’

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Based on the prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Friday Fictioneers.

Word Count (03.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

408

Overall Word Count: 

83,483

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

Lloyd flicked the side of the pot and it made a dull noise like a church bell being struck. ‘This was my pappy’s back in the war. He carried this big sucker to France and back. Made coffee every morning rain or shine or if he was being bombed or if he was waking up next to a lonely French girl.’

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Bond insisted ordering Leiter’s Haig-and-Haig ”on the rocks” and then he looked carefully at the barman. ”A Dry Martini”, he said. “One. In a deep champagne goblet.” ”Oui, monsieur.” “Just a moment. Three measures of Gordons, one of vodka, half a measure of Kina Lillet. Shake it very well until it’s ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemonpeel. Got it?” ”Certainly, monsieur.” The barman seemed pleased with the idea.

From Casino Royale by Ian Fleming

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Word Count (02.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

1,239 (Finally slayed some indecision demons yesterday, kept procrastinating and in the end had to set myself incentives i.e. after two hundred words you can watch a funny youtube video)

Overall Word Count: 

83,074

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

James nodded but didn’t look up. I wonder if I could go through the rest of this campaign, he thought, without speaking or looking up again. Just slouch my way to election night and then slouch my way onto a plane and never be seen or heard from again.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

 

Billy lowered his head and ran, headlong, at the unicorn, as if he were about to butt it with his forehead. The unicorn lowered its head also, and Billy the Innkeeper met his unfortunate end.

From Stardust by Neil Gaiman.

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Word Count (01.04.13)

Words Written Today: 

102 (It’s a start)

Overall Word Count: 

81,831

Favourite Lines I Wrote Today:

The miserable old bastard would probably be laughing his one-legged arse off at their expense right now.

Lines I Wish I Had Written: 

Abby, I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

From The Crucible by Arthur Miller

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The 100 Word Novel – Thirty-Eight: Trapped

CaptureBea awoke to a harsh smell that felt like someone was pulling out her nose hairs. She jumped from her blankets and ran to the door. She scattered the Fort Wednesday lunchboxes that the soldiers delivered her food in and which she had piled by the door, awaiting their removal. The door had a small hole in it and served as Bea’s primary source of light. She peered through it and saw three soldiers dousing her pathetic little home with liquid from red cans.

Oh God, she thought, they’re gonna burn me.

She pounded on the door and started screaming.

Previously on The 100 Word Novel:

Introduction to the 100 WORD NOVEL. Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Interlude Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six Chapter Thirty-Seven

Word Count (29.03.13) – (30.03.13) – (31.03.13)

Once again wrote nothing over the weekend.

The problem at the moment is that I’m trying to write some heady issues and I think I’m a little nervous about my ability to write them and have been making excuses to avoid doing it. I didn’t realise this was the case until I started writing another excuse in this post and saw it was false.

Right, with that realisation arrived at I’ll get some good stuff done today.

However, this weekend was another boozy, foody delight with no time for writing. Good friends, cigars, whiskey, etc. Spoke to my English family and my Aussie family, which is always fun and went to a friends for a roast chicken and to talk about the children’s book that I’m writing and he’s drawing. The weather finally booked its ideas up so on Sunday me and my friend Tim hired a boat and surprised our lady loves (whose birthdays are today and tomorrow) with a cruise down the Bosphorus with blue cheese, white cheese, mozzarella, olives, peppers, digestive biscuits, sun-dried tomatoes, gin, beer, bread, quince jam, salami and waffles and ice cream.

Oh and my football team (Everton) won.

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