Today's effort is...

1009. I seem to be picking up some momentum and learning to write in snatches as the lovely Nicola Marsh suggests!

0 words

0 is for Oops.
Sad sad word day.
Baby was so excited to learn how to roll over that she refused to go down for her naps. It was all 'la la la' from the cot and trying to roll over in there too.
lol

898 words

That's a leeetle better, and at least I'm on to another scene. The scene in which our heroine confronts her dastardly stepmother.

Last line written:

Daphne stared at the five sausage fingers bedecked in emerald and sapphire rings, one of which looked horribly familiar. Mama's engagement ring. She forgot her manners.

What Daphne says next is a decision for tomorrow.

450 words

Barely two pages. Ah well!
At least I had a lovely day. Full of baby smiles and cute toes, a walk to the park, trip to the supermarket and roast for dinner.

503 words

Really is was more like 1,500, but a series of 'crap, that's no good' DELETE episodes, has bought it down to 500.
lol
I'm still on the same scene too. They're at the Bow Street Magistrates Court and I keep getting sucked into trying to research and write at the same time. I adore researching, but it doesn't make for words on the page. So in the end, I've had to do the dodgy old 'insert something historically accurate' as a placeholder so I can get them thar words done.

In other news: Went to Porgie & Mr Jones for breakfast this morning with the lovely Matilda & Peter. Phoebe told me in no uncertain terms that Aunty Matilda plans to dress her up as a pumpkin for halloween. THAT I'd like to see!

In other other news: The urban myth that where there's one huntsman there's always two has so far proven inaccurate.

Keeping the girl honest

Here's the deal.
I come here every day for a month.
I post how many words I did to finish my lovely book - even if it's a big whopping zero.
This keeps me motivated because, lord, how embarrassing it would be to write ZERO for the thirty-one days of October.

In retrospect:
Yesterday = 1621 words. Precisely.

Today = 1126

In other news - I closed the curtains at around 8 and a whopping big, and I mean BIG, huntsman stared down at me from the top of the curtain. The size of a cheeseburger, I kid you not. Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration, it was more like the diameter of a coffee cup, but still. HUGE.
I only tell you this because me and the spider stood there looking at each other - me with my hands quivering and a can of flyspray in my hand, it with its fangs raised and long hairy legs ready to pounce. Then all of a sudden I realised that we were doing the exact same thing - waiting for a monster to make its move. Poor dear thing. So I went and got a vase and plopped him in it (I'm leaving out the part where I made squealing noises) and took him outside to a tree three houses down.
Then I laughed at myself. THREE HOUSES DOWN? Overreaction MUCH?

Reasons not to go shopping:

1. People without prams always take the 'parents with prams' car spots. I know. I looked. They don't have baby seats in the back. Then I have to trudge on the road while cars whizz around the pram and it generally starts raining (poor me).

2. Bubbie likes me pushing the pram around the shopping centre, but has a distinct dislike of me stopping. Which means I choose my purchases at lightspeed. So if you're a rellie or friend and get a very strange birthday present - now you know why. I've taken to internet shopping which is fun but kind of like the lucky dip at a primary school fair. You always think you're going to get something awesome - but it ends up being a plastic ring or miniture deck of cards. Last week, I bought hubby some nice Calvin Klein underwear and only discovered when it arrived, that sure it was Calvin Klein underwear -- circa 1985. lol. I was all 'honey, they're still in the box, the Op Shop will like them!' but he said 'no, i'll wear them' with the expression of someone sentenced to enternal dagdom.

3. I hate that I seem to be physically incapable of telling the salesmen in those temporary stalls down the promanades to leave me alone. Worse than that, I allow myself to be pulled into their makeshift space while they do the hard sell. I had to wonder about those Jericho people today though. This is perhaps the crappiest sales hook I've ever heard:

"can i ask you if you use any eyecream? because LOOK AT THOSE LINES AND BAGS UNDER YOUR EYES!".

I must be tired because I not only let him say this, I let him poke under my eye with some cream and then shove a mirror in my face to show me how the lines had miraculously disappeared. Yeah right. It was only when he said 'let me take a photo!' that i snapped out of my daze and ran for the nearest bookshop. Take a photo? What the?

4. Random people like to touch babies. Who knew? They peer into the pram, then after the obligatory compliment, paw her while she squirms. I mean, i don't have a problem with stopping and letting them coo at her, of course i don't! But keep your dirty-i-just-ate-a-dimsim-hands to yourselves people!

5. One step worse. They poke the baby and then say 'isn't she sweet. And wow, look at you, another on the way already.'
OH MG people - NEVER tell another woman she's pregnant unless she first volunteers this information. Now, to someone's shame (not sure if it's me because i obviously haven't shed the kilos fast enough or if it's them) I would usually let a person get away with this, not wanting to embarrass them like they've just embarrassed me. But heck, I've about had enough. So, for all of us who don't lose that baby fat like Nicole Ritchie, I said:
"No, I just haven't gotten over this one yet. But lady, you have *no* tact."

6. I always forget the one thing I actually went to buy and end up with a bootload of stuff I had no intention of buying. Am I the only one this happens to??