That’s right, I’ve finished Chapter 7! I plan to get a good start on Chapter 8 tomorrow, assuming I don’t have to spend all day in Convenient Care with Cricket, who seems to have a nasty eye infection thanks to a little girl at his new daycare. He seems particularly susceptible to eye infections; this isn’t the first time it’s happened. Hopefully it’ll clear up quicker than last time, though.
Anyway, here’s a snippet from Chapter 7. Happy weekend!
“Don’t worry, my dear,” Narok said, offering his arm and bestowing on Luta one of his most winning smiles as Ramila disappeared into the crowd. “I could never abandon a lady as lovely as yourself to the cruelty of solitude. Shall we take a turn about the room?”
Luta glowed under the warmth of his praise. “That is exceedingly kind of you, good sir, but surely there are others with whom you would rather spend your time?”
“Nonsense! What could be finer than the company of a beautiful woman?”
She hid her smile behind her fan, but the sound of her laughter bubbled up from behind it. “If you keep complimenting me like that, Maru Doon, I fear I may not be able to leave the room. I will have no choice but to stay here and listen to you forever.”
He laughed, though he sensed she was only half-joking. “That would not be altogether bad, would it?”
“Maru Doon, what are you talking about?” Luta’s smile faded; the mirth was now gone from her voice.
“You know your place, my dear, and I find that quality singularly pleasing in a woman, especially one of your caliber,” he said evasively. “I find that knowledge of one’s duty and one’s place in society can make an otherwise ordinary person remarkably attractive, don’t you?”
Luta nodded, desperately hoping he didn’t think her ordinary. “I am nothing, sir, if not devoted to my duties as a woman and a citizen of our great kingdom. I think you will not find me ordinary.”
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 
Great. Keep going.
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I’m glad you liked it! I actually had trouble choosing a portion to post this time around. Must be the sleep deprivation and NaNo-induced caffeine overload. 😉
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Stick to tea. All the benefits without the zombie buzz.
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I had a cup just last night, as a matter of fact. It really hit the spot. It also put me right to sleep. Too bad it was only nine o’clock. On the other hand, it was nice to be able to fall asleep that early. It’s been a while.
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Yorkshire Tea. I don’t know if you can get it where you live. The absolute nectar of life.
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I’ll have to look into it! But once again, I’m falling asleep over my computer, so maybe not tonight… 😛
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I generally use the tea mug to rest my chin on so I can continue writing. I’ve probably got the concept a little wrong but I don’t care.
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I used the force to pry my eyelids open long enough last night to finish typing up what I’d written over the long weekend. When I opened the document this noon, I discovered I’d misspelled a character’s name at least once. I wonder how many other typos I’ll find…
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That’s what toothpicks were made for, to keep the eyes open. And as for the typos; that’s why I need to edit so often. My speeling sucks.
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I normally have very good spelling skills. They tend to diminish as I grow more tired, though.
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Me too
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Apparently Walmart sells Yorkshire tea. At least, they sell it online. Mmm, tea… 🙂
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Go for it. You won’t be sorry.
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I intend to. Mmm, tea…
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Carpe tea-um.
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WordPress needs to have a like button for comments so that I can like that. I haven’t laughed that hard all day and let me tell you, it was needed.
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That’s good. Most people think my version of humour is just silly. Including me sometimes.
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We all need a bit of levity now and then. Keep up the good work. 🙂
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right. In that vein, I’m about to play a very naughty trick on my poor unsuspecting daughter. Ah, good times.
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Good times, indeed. In my experience, the best tricks are often the ones played on unsuspecting relations. 🙂
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She didn’t like it and says she’s going to get me when I’m asleep.
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What she fails to realize is that parents have adapted to life without sleep. Comes in handy, being a writer.
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Anyway, she’s about as light footed as a drunken elephant.
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Sounds like my kids. We’ve got a whole herd of elephants.
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When she gets out of bed, I cringe in case the roof comes down.
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I feel your pain. It’s a miracle our stairs are still intact.
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British houses are historically made from bricks and it’s a good thing in her case.
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Even bricks will crumble, given enough abuse. And something tells me my boys will be the ones to demolish the stairs someday.
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If I thought about all the stuff my precious destroys on a daily basis I’d never sleep.
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That makes two of us. Today Baby Precious, aka Thumper, upended my purse as I was trying to get the liner zipped into my coat while simultaneously trying to get him and his brother ready to leave for the day. And we had people here looking at the damage done to our windows. It was a chocolate kind of morning.
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