Today marks my first official day of my “Edit or Die” mission. And I’m starting to wonder about the negative effects this might have on me. Is it normal to be up at 4:30 am, sipping your first cup of coffee and submerging yourself in death, and total carnage? Eh, so maybe it’s not all that gory, but still, not quite my ideal way of waking up.
So almost two hours of death and arguments and I’ve found myself at a stand still. I want to keep going, but my muse is getting bored, or rusty, or a wee bit a.d.d. I’m gonna have to have a talk with her. Or cut back on her caffeine allowance. Deadlines don’t allow for slackers.
Unfortunately deadlines don’t have much of a say when company is coming from out-of-town to stay over for an extended weekend. And I’m betting it might be in bad form to be sitting at my laptop all weekend with my guest staring at the back of my head. And I probably should get all those dishes out of the sink, and the toys out of the tub sooner than later.
And I really hate trying to get ready for company. I like having them, but can’t we all go to hotel where everybody gets taken care of, ’cause this momma’s plate is full and she’d love to have someone else fold the sheets for her just once. *Dreams*
Back to the carnage, here’s a clip for you, feel free to critique:
Dead wolves. More than a dozen of dead wolves heaved along the forest floor.
The wretched smell and brutality of everything instantly had me dry heaving, on my knees. I stopped trying to fight the reflexes of my stomach, and waited for my insides to allow me to take a breath. As I panted on the ground, clutching my mouth with my shirt in hopes that the foul air wouldn’t dig deeper into my stomach, I could see Dennis exploring amongst the corpses.
“No, really, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” I grumbled, still shaking slightly from the workout, inflicting as much sarcasm as I could without risking anymore heaving. With slow and calculated shallow breaths I stood back up, backing slowly away from the scene.
With a muffled chuckle Dennis carefully turned back towards me, stepping delicately over the bodies. If I had been interested in him in any way, he would have just lost all points right there. What, you can check out bloody corpses but you can’t help the girl you’ve been hitting on as her guts try to escape out her mouth?! I’ll remember that one.
I could not help from thinking out loud, as my eyes darted from one bloody corpse to another, “I wonder if I’ll get a refund?” This wasn’t a cheap vacation after all.
And before I get anymore random or rambley I’ll wrap this thing up, because just like edits, dishes don’t do themselves. ;p