Oxidizer Posted February 21, 2007 Report Posted February 21, 2007 Slight. I wanna get Missing up today but everytime I write something it turns to crap! I hate writer's block so much. Major lack of inspiration.
Cerise Posted February 21, 2007 Report Posted February 21, 2007 I hate that too. Writers Block makes me feel useless. I just finished the 20th Chapter of NGLM. I'll Post 2 later, I only Updated Yesterday
Oxidizer Posted February 21, 2007 Report Posted February 21, 2007 Whoa! That's awesome. I wish I could write that many, it'd make the world a better place... well, make things a hell of a lot easier anyway. And I know the feeling. It's so frustrating.
Cerise Posted February 21, 2007 Report Posted February 21, 2007 I wish I could write that many with more that 500 Words I'm due for a Writer's Block soon, I can feel it. Dont ask how
Oxidizer Posted February 21, 2007 Report Posted February 21, 2007 I usually sense it too. I don't want to jinx anything but so far so good. Here's a (flashback) teaser from Missing: Zoe McCallister was running late. There was probably a rational explanation, like a talkative tutor holding her back, or making sure that she handed in the right notes. She was always precocious and perfectionate. One of the traits of nursing; you learn to get yourself a routine real quick. At least you did if you wanted to make it, the last thing you wanted to do when you graduated at training college is mix medical files at whatever health facility that you would later work in. I'm just about to write how Eve/Laura coincidentally met now.
Oxidizer Posted February 21, 2007 Report Posted February 21, 2007 OMG! Yes! I've finished the 'meeting' flashback. Now all I have to do is one of the tyre factory where Eve tells her (now a hostage) the truth and it's done. Everything crossed guys!
Oxidizer Posted February 21, 2007 Report Posted February 21, 2007 Final teaser before it's up (hopefully not long now): The sun's searing rays pierced through Laura's enclosed eyelids, a painful orange burned, making her slowly regain the consciousness that had been temporarily deactivated due to that insulin her apparent friend injected into her neck, hours earlier in the car. A few moments after that everything went black. She struggled to support her head, so tired and aching, barely managing to look up through blurred vision at the silhouette that loomed over her. "Eve?"
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