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| Friday, December 4th, 2009 | ||
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11:58a | There goes my life of crime... Just got back from the Sheriff's office, where I was fingerprinted. They don't use ink, but a cool scanner. That was a plus. On the down side, they can now catch me if I leave fingerprints at a crime scene. There goes my future as a cat burglar... |
| Tuesday, December 1st, 2009 | ||
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smeddley |
7:18p | If you're not going to do something well, why do it at all?  ( Ranty-rambling here ) In other (less irritated) news, if anyone would like a copy of the recipes, in Publisher or PDF format, I have my personal copy (much thinner and prettier!) I made (which you can print yourself or send to Kinko's) OR a set of 3x5 recipe cards (Publisher or PDF) which you can print off on cardstock or regular paper and laminate. |
| Monday, November 30th, 2009 | ||
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smeddley |
8:44p | Woot! The exciting conclusion! Chapter Twenty Nine Knit… Purl… check on the cookies ( I remember the day I saw the news story about what happened. ) I was a diamond-tiara kind of girl in a dusty cowboy bar ( I felt completely overdressed as I walked into the pub. ) |
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8:35p | I could be mean and not post the end until tomorrow... I don’t care what Daniel said, that rock was definitely out of bounds. ( One more trip back to the airport, this time clean and pressed, and in my own car. ) I love ewe, too. ( I jumped out of the shower and scrambled to get into my clothes. ) Cake, or Death? And by the way, we’re out of cake. ( Mike had the brawn and lack of queasiness you need to torture someone, but he lacked the imagination. ) They may not have come in on horses, but they were still a calvary to me. ( Daniel burst into the room, oblivious to the guns that swung in his direction. ) |
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smeddley |
5:20p | Whooooo-hoooooo!  I will post the rest of the story when I get back from my class - but it's done! I hit my word count *and* finished the story! |
| Sunday, November 29th, 2009 | ||
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smeddley |
5:31p | Remind me I'm never going to do this again, okay? Sure, I could play that role, as long as they changed the name of the movie to “Gone in 600 seconds”. ( I decided on public transport to get across town to the Weston. ) I always hated jigsaw puzzles. Probably stems from when I was younger and my older brother would swap out half of the pieces with a different puzzle, leaving me completely frustrated. ( I approached the lockers, telling myself I would dig up Robin and kill her again if this wasn’t the end of this wild goose chase. ) |
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smeddley |
11:21a | My goal today is 45K, leaving 5K for the very last day... I do not think that word means what you think it means. ( Daniel and I left Robin’s house, him dejected, me buzzing with excitement. ) And then she realized, when he was saying ‘I’ll always have your back,’ he really meant, ‘you’re on your own’. ( Robin was not going to give me anything easily. ) |
| Saturday, November 28th, 2009 | ||
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smeddley |
10:10p | Ten chapters to go! Home stretch! Your first instinct in usually right. Except, of course, those times when it isn’t. I know she could have put the necklace on as she was driving home, or when she was walking up to her apartment. It was completely possible. But I didn’t think she would have. Not knowing what is was. Oh, I believed she’d keep it on her, so I’d be able to find her if I needed to, but I didn’t believe she’d ever wear it again. And I didn’t blame her, considering all it represented. I’m sure the lies and mistrust would be a lot to put aside, though hopefully some day she’d forgive me. But if it hadn’t been around her neck, why had it been broken? The only reason I could think of was to make it look like even more of a hit, the tracking device left behind. ( Which would make sense if, as she believed, it was official. ) It’s a thin line between helping and hindering. Only the most talented can look like they’re doing the former while actually doing the latter. ( I was on my way back to the lab to see if they’d found anything new when Daniel interrupted me. ) |
| Thursday, November 26th, 2009 | ||
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smeddley |
11:25p | Tired, but wired. I love my caffeine! Chapter Sixteen There’s screwing up, and then there’s the massive cluster that is this operation. I knew I shouldn’t have sent her back to the apartment. I knew it when I did it, but I couldn’t think of anything else to do. The only other options were to take her with me to the crime scene, or to send her back to my place. Either had its own set of risks. If she went to the crime scene with me, she’d have been exposed to a lot of people who wanted her dead, and could recognize her. They’d see her with me and my cover would be blown. If I sent her back to my place, there was a chance she’d find what I had hidden there, and if she found that out, she’d be in more danger than ever. Ignorance can be bliss, and it can save your life. Better for her not to have that temptation to follow that particular path. ( Still, I did keep an eye on her tracking device, which showed her going to the apartment and staying there. ) |
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6:02p | Whooo! 25K! O,o Can I do it? In Tarot the Death card merely represents transition and change. I like that interpretation. I was going to have to die. Again. And everyone was going to have to believe it. Even, for now, Jake, though I did believe I could trust him. He was just going to have to sell it to the people he worked with because even if they were on my side, they were dragging me into something I didn’t want to be a part of. Maybe some day I would learn what this was all about, I certainly hoped so. But for now, I was content to leave it a mystery and get out with my hide intact. ( I needed a few things to complete the plan... ) Tying up loose ends is a lot like pulling on a dangling thread. You never know what else is going to come loose. I made my way towards Jake’s apartment, stopping on the middle of the bridge to toss the revolver into the water. The flow of blood was slowing, but I’d still lost a lot and was starting to feel the effects. I was beginning to wonder if I’d be able to skip the trip to the hospital. But they’d take one look at blood-spattered me and call in the police, and that couldn’t happen. I’d taken a course in field medicine, granted it was years ago, but I still remembered the basics. I could get through this. ( Jake’s apartment was still dark when I got there, and I quickly picked the locks on his front door. ) |
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1:38p | At least the pie's turned out decently! You’re not lost until you don’t know where you are and you don’t know how to get anywhere where you will know where you are. I was lost. I’d been walking for about two hours, and had completely lost my sense of direction. I’d never been lost before, and I wasn’t keen on repeating it ever again. I’d wandered down blind alleys, doubled back a bunch of times, and probably wandered in circles. I was still in a bad neighborhood, but didn’t care anymore. I hadn’t really seen anyone else, if there were people in the run-down industrial complexes, they were keeping to themselves. I’d also managed not to cry, though it did hurt. Jake hadn’t ever loved me. I’d been an assignment to him. For a year, we’d been in a relationship, and I’d never guessed. What does that tell you about me? I slumped down on a nearby crate and dropped my head into my hands. It was getting cold, but I didn’t care. It took all of my willpower not to sob. Maybe, when the sun started to rise, I’d be able to find my way out of this rabbit warren of tiny roads. ( My hand went to my neck and I felt for the pearl necklace that was usually there. ) |
| Wednesday, November 25th, 2009 | ||
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smeddley |
6:56p | 29,000 words to go... in 5 days. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, but stay the hell away from people actively trying to kill you. I got in my car and followed the blip down the highway, not sure what I’d find out. There was a chance I’d just tagged someone who was honestly trying to help me, and if that were the case, I suppose I’d feel a little guilty. But on the other hand, if he wasn’t, I’d feel justified in being suspicious and paranoid. It seemed a risk worth taking, especially since I’m not one to wallow in guilt, even if I probably should. Call it an underdeveloped sense of empathy, but I’d never been one to let the past drag me down. Another thing that would have made me an excellent field agent, if I do say so myself. ( I watched the blip slow as he turned his car off the highway and headed into the city, into an area I admit I wasn’t that comfortable with. ) Do you come here often? I looked down the length of the pool cue, unable or unwilling to look up at the person holding it. I was shaking slightly, and no matter how much I wanted to tell myself it was from low blood sugar, I knew fear when I felt it. And I was terrified. Each of these men was easily twice my size, and I was completely unarmed. They had pool cues and goodness knows what else. As I stood there, unable to move, I felt another one of the men walk up close behind me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and his breath tickled my neck. It wasn’t a good excited like the movies or books, it was terrifying. Sure, there was a chance I’d just run into the gruff biker with the heart of gold, but that was unlikely, and I knew it. ( 'Hey, baby, you come here often?' the voice behind me said. ) |
| Saturday, November 21st, 2009 | ||
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smeddley |
9:25p | Well, I hit my wordcount goal for a single day, only 11 to make up for! Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, tracking device, on a sesame seed bun. I walked into the fast-food restaurant with a complete back story for my new identity, but no name. I’d always had a problem with names, which is what led to the debacle with Isabelle’s last name. Every name I could think of reminded me of someone I’d actually known, or a character in a book or movie, or just didn’t seem to fit. I’d never liked my own name, but who would with a name like Sandra? All I could ever hope for was a life of being unfavorably compared to Sandra Bullock, an actress I quite liked otherwise. And it never seemed to suit me. Maybe this whole ordeal was just the universe’s way of rewarding me by giving me the life I always wanted, right down to the name. The problem was, I wasn’t entirely sure what that life was. ( I walked up to the counter and ordered a meal, though I wasn’t really hungry. ) |
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7:28p | The further behind I fall, the harder it is to motivate myself Why is it when you need a salesperson, there’s never one around, but when you’re ‘just browsing’, they pester you every thirty seconds? I’d dodged half a dozen salespeople by the time I made my way to the appliance section of the gigantic furniture store. Everyone was, it appeared, quite keen on helping me. They must, I determined, at least partly work on commission. There was no other explanation for so many eager, helpful people. This is not to say I think all salespeople are lazy and rude, but in a store this size you would expect to find at least one horrible employee, and I had yet to see anything but smiling, helpful faces. It made my teeth ache. ( Perhaps I was more sensitive to it because I was anything but peppy and cheerful. ) |