I sparkle; we're all good.*

[bending_sickle]

Life: Had coffee with Willemijn today. It was awesome.

Nano: Am 633 words behind. This is less awesome. Chip doesn't like Icarus, obviously, and is being delightfully protective of Saunders and Agatha. Oh, puppy! You're no longer that sad, scared, twisted anti-social survivalist! How far you've come! Icarus is rather frustrating to write because he plays his cards so close to his chest he's got them swimming around in his stomach, but there's some fun involved in that as well. I've written part one of the Interview with an Angel, in which Chip throws a whole catalogue of questions at Icarus and one *death glare* confrontation (complete with crowbar, which is getting so much mileage) between the two. There's more questions to be done before the guys scamped off out of Kansas City. Progress, however!

“Okay, so you’re not going to tell us your name or how in God’s name you got all…” Chip waved vaguely at the miracle his eyes were reporting with little cries of confusion. “All better. That leaves us with, ‘how did you get into this apartment?’, for starters. I’ve got a half a dozen more, so get comfortable.”

Icarus examined Chip’s posture, then looked down at his own. Slowly, as if thinking about every muscle command, he lifted his hands off his lap and clasped them over his stomach. He looked back up at Chip, who arched an eyebrow expectantly.

“I opened the door.” At Chip’s incredulous glare, Icarus pointed to the door in question. “That one,” he clarified.

Chip sighed heavily. “How did you open that door?” Each word was said with every ounce of patience he could drag up.

Icarus’ hand, still pointing and the door, curled in the air around something invisible and twisted. Before Chip could grind out yet another version of his question – so simple and yet so, so frustrating - Saunders joined in the interrogation.

“I locked it,” said Saunders. “You don’t have the key or any lock-picking utensils.”

Unless they’re stuck up your boxers, thought Chip.

“So how did you get in?”

Icarus seemed even more confused, looking from one to the other with his eyebrows pinched together in a tiny furrow that poked out from under his hair. “I opened the door,” he repeated, more softly.

31040 / 50000 words. 62% done!


Quotes of the Day: Bram Stroker, Dracula, here

There are darknesses in life, and there are lights; you are one of the lights.

Music of the Day: The Horror Version

Cafe Tacuba - Ingrata - Words cannot express how much I hate this song.
Cafe Tacuba - Chilanga Banda - This one's actually worse. Also, my hand to gods unlimited he's singing in Spanish.


Links of the Day:

Misha Collins:
Minions Recruitment Advert
Clip from film "Karla" - He plays a the main character, a psychopath. Even he was disturbed by the role.
Trailer: Karla

Science, bitches!
Journal Title Abbreviations
Times Online's Carcasses litter a parched and barren wilderness - Poor Amboseli.
Lion's IUCN Entry ; Endangered classification of West African lions

Random Livejournal:
cleolinda's Review: New Moon
secretlytodream's Supernatural 50 Chicago Convention Icons
blizzardcake's embedded DBSK - Beautiful You (High Quality)
sweetdragon's This Isn't Twilight: An XXX Parody Review
henrygalelovers shares Lost Final Season Poster of Win

Random Interwebs:
questionablerss's review of 2012: "Sorry this one is so late, some friends and I went to see 2012 for our weekly Bad Movie Night, and...holy god. Normally the movies we watch are at the very least entertaining, but that movie is fucking AWFUL." This is the entire review :)
Neil Gaiman will not even attempt to explain the hair. It must have known what it was doing. and links to Also, All Superhero Readers Are Socially Retarded Dorks Who’ve Never Kissed a Girl which is a response to The Inevitable Post About Neil Gaiman's 'The Sandman' ; Teenage Prize Winner 2009 Neil Gaiman
Humon's Comic: Scandinavia and the World
Blood and Brains – can vampires survive a zombie apocalypse?



* overheard by cleolinda, here

Comments

[blizzardcake.livejournal.com]

I like your idea of Music of the Day: Horror Version! xD

*cheers you on for NaNo and bakes you some cookies*

*huggs*

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

Did you listen to the Horror Music, though? 'Cause I don't know, maybe there's something there to like. I just remembering suffering something awful when those songs came on the radio...

*hugs you mightily* Oooh, cookies! Om nom nom!