Lots of classes today, but I made myself sit down and write for an hour and a half to get up to 7,564 before midnight so my chart can look pretty. (Yes, I'm a little OCD, why do you ask?) And my characters are brilliant. I was worrying how to make everyone's race clear but mention it naturally, and there wound up being a funny scene involving a misunderstanding today. Problem solved!
Excerpt for today (yeah, tenses keep switching, I know): "You know, Shiri, if you didn't slack off, this would be the perfect moment to prove the existence of psychic powers." I love that she calls it "slacking off," rather than "no thank you, ma'am." Maybe this Adelle chick had the right idea--spirits are a pain in the ass. But nonetheless, my mother had insulted me, and being my mother, knew there was no better way to get my ass in gear than to fling a challenge at me. I cracked my knuckles. "My powers are weak, not non-existent," I say, then lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and concentrate on the glass of water Marco had placed in front of me. I feel myself get warmer, ready to start sweating at any moment, and I begin to think that I overreached, that maybe a glass of water is too heavy. First the water ripples very subtly. Then it starts to splash, some of it out of the glass and onto the table. That should be enough, but I keep going, determined to show off even with my limited abilities. I was going to leave no doubt in their minds about what was happening. The glass tips over, water pouring onto the carpet. “There,” I say proudly. Then the glass falls off the table and shatters into a few large pieces on the floor. “Oh. I didn’t mean to do that, sorry.” Though from the looks on Derica and Marco’s faces, they were less concerned with spilled water and a broken glass than with the fact that I had just performed (rather basic) telekenesis right in front of their eyes. My mother smiled, and I leaned back in the couch feeling very smug at the moment. Now they were ready to listen.
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Excerpt for today (yeah, tenses keep switching, I know):
"You know, Shiri, if you didn't slack off, this would be the perfect moment to prove the existence of psychic powers."
I love that she calls it "slacking off," rather than "no thank you, ma'am." Maybe this Adelle chick had the right idea--spirits are a pain in the ass. But nonetheless, my mother had insulted me, and being my mother, knew there was no better way to get my ass in gear than to fling a challenge at me. I cracked my knuckles.
"My powers are weak, not non-existent," I say, then lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, and concentrate on the glass of water Marco had placed in front of me. I feel myself get warmer, ready to start sweating at any moment, and I begin to think that I overreached, that maybe a glass of water is too heavy.
First the water ripples very subtly.
Then it starts to splash, some of it out of the glass and onto the table. That should be enough, but I keep going, determined to show off even with my limited abilities. I was going to leave no doubt in their minds about what was happening.
The glass tips over, water pouring onto the carpet.
“There,” I say proudly.
Then the glass falls off the table and shatters into a few large pieces on the floor.
“Oh. I didn’t mean to do that, sorry.”
Though from the looks on Derica and Marco’s faces, they were less concerned with spilled water and a broken glass than with the fact that I had just performed (rather basic) telekenesis right in front of their eyes. My mother smiled, and I leaned back in the couch feeling very smug at the moment.
Now they were ready to listen.