Don't you just hate it when you have a jumbled up ball of yarn-looking story pieces, redundant conversations and multiple possible outcomes that you have to sort through and figure out how the story will go?
What? You don't? It's just me? Really? Huh... didn't see that one coming. ;)
Anyways, I spent an hour waiting for a professor to sign a paper for me... he didn't show... I wasted an hour of my life, right? Wrong! Because that hour allowed me to finish up a conversation between Sarah and Pegasus that I was stuck on... Yes, I do have a character named Pegasus... No, that's not his real name...
I think I'm only a couple of chapters away from the epilogue... The aforementioned ball of yarn is the pieces I've written down leading to the epilogue and the conclusion of the first part in this series. Ooops, forgot to say which story I'm talking about: In Dreams.
There's this girl called Sarah, and she gets mixed up in some complicated secret stuff when her parents are assassinated... and I'll wait until I come up with a proper blurb before I try to explain this to anyone without giving away too many spoilers. :)
I am wondering how much of an explanation of what's going on I should put into the epilogue. I don't want it to just be a long list of "and this is what happened" or "so that's why they said that" or whatever. But I also want to have things explained enough in case someone falls asleep while reading. I know I could have used a recap during the last mystery book I read over a few months. When I got to the end, there was a character I could not remember for the life of me...
So, I had to change my counter thinguie for In Dreams over there (look right) because I had gotten past 200 pages already with the draft. I have to confess that I didn't calculate the percentage, I just guessed, but since my guesses are usually more accurate that my actual calculations except when a calculator is involved, I'd say we're okay.
I think I mentioned that I thought I lied about my age, turns out I didn't. I calculated wrong how old I was because I forgot what year we were in... And no, I didn't use 2012 for the calculations. It was worse than that. 2014. :) It sounds so ridiculous when I say it, but it really was funny...
Here's the transcript of the conversation between me and my friend Cassia when I found out I had miscalculated:
Me: How old am I? Because I thought the last candles on my cake said 30, but last night I was counting and I think I might've missed a birthday somewhere along the line...
Slightly-less-insane-friend Cassia: You're 30.
Me: Are you sure?
Cassia: Yeah. 1983 to 2013 is 30.
Me (laughing now): Wait... we're in 2013?
Needless to say I was not asleep at the time. I am just naturally insane. I blame my dad. He started it.
But now it is time to sleep. I hope I got at least a smile out of someone out there. I know I've already laughed myself silly because of this.
Oh, and in real life news, I'll be away from my computer for a month in May, which will probably change nothing for this blog because I rarely post more than once a month anyway. ;)
Hugs to all!