100 Pages

"What was this? Checkered tablecloth? A hundred wine bottles? No dancing? Oh, no; I’d been trapped in an old people party!
The worst part is, I couldn’t even leave. I was the guest of honor, remember? That commando tore up his uniform for me, so I might even have to drink some of his rotten grape juice just to be polite."

I can hardly beleive I've written a hundred pages so far; I must have written more already this summer than all of last year, or almost. It's getting pretty good; I'm into chapter 8, but I'm already seeing a couple things I'll have to go back and fix. For now, I just keep talking, keep telling the story.

Moving Forward (3 chaters)

"The doors shut behind me. Oh boy. It was like I imagine being inside a car engine would be like; grey metal parts everywhere. Except I really felt like throwing up. No, worse. I was on my knees by the time I figured out what was going on. My arms hurt so bad, like they were vibrating. So this was dying. Way cool. I always wondered what it would feel like."

Summer's here, and I'm finally writing full steam ahead. I'm working on what's essentially chapter 4, depending on whether you count the first chapter as a chapter or just an introduction. It could go either way, but it's so long I'm counting it as a chapter. Gosh, it's so good to finally write these characters I've been keeping cooped up on my wall for so long(in the form of character sheets)! They're shining.