There's battle lines being drawn.
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong.
Young people speaking their minds
getting so much resistance from behind

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Daddy's Little Girl

I'm typing in my pages of notes. Not the only thing I'm doing or did today, so the word count it low. I still have a few more pages to type in. Then a couple of random notes to fill out. The story is fairly well full in the notes, like a outline skeleton with muscles on it. I just need to add some organs and flesh it over. My guess is at the end, it'll be around 2500 words (one of my shortest stories yet). Word count tonight, 450. Most of them good. I think I need to do a lot of word smithing with this one. Get that prose thing going.

"A mild hysteria. It was only on the third night I realized that the crying wasn't from her room, but from the monitor. Buried in the confusion next to the nightstand, long forgotten and batteries drained away on empty air. The base station had been packed away for donation."

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