Here is the Wordle of Karma Police, which I think broke 120k last night. (I’m so worried about the fact that “like” made it into the wordle. I AM ENTIRELY COVERED IN SHAME.)
No, that word count is not a good thing, but at least I’m not breaking 200k yet, which is where I was with Expendables. Yay Epics?
I have now reached the happy place where I both hate and love this book with a kind of weary passion. We’ve been together for almost two years, and it keeps trying to get away. But I am still too stubborn for that. ^_^
Have an excerpt. Sorry about the language, Ewan is, just that way.
Adam had left the lamp on. It shone away in the corner of the room, right in the corner of his eye. Ewan considered throwing a pillow at it to stop the stupid hateful light, but decided burning to death in the inevitable fire wasn’t worth it. He got up and turned the thing off, and then someone knocked on the door. He yanked it open. “What now?!” He growled at the person on the other side.
The person on the other side was not Adam. Ethan and a short, curly haired girl were standing there arm in arm, a little wide-eyed. He cleared his throat. “H-hi, Ewan. Up for a stroll?”
Ewan reflected that maybe he should have kept his shirt on before he went to sleep, but how was he supposed to know Ethan was gonna take his girls calling? “No.” He said shortly, crossing his arms. “Who’s your new lady friend?” He looked her over, taking stock of the mittens on strings, the scarf striped and pompomed in five colours, and the knitted hat with a pattern of happy sheep. “What is she, twelve?”
She glared at him under her eyebrows. “I’m fifteen.”
“Good job.” Ewan nodded, then looked at Ethan. “She’s fifteen. Is that even legal?”
“This is Islay.” Ethan said tightly. “Islay, Ewan, Ewan, Islay. We’re all friends here, and we’re all legal. Right?”
Ewan looked at him, eyes half-closed. “Why are you here?”
“To visit my only friends in town, and to take a walk.” Ethan was somewhat standing in front of his girl now. He grinned. A very believable grin, as usual. “Islay knows all the nice places, and last time we talked, it looked like you weren’t getting out enough. Coming out? We can wait.”
And now the fifteen year old semi-nerd was telling him what to do- again. Ewan flipped him the finger. “Like hell.”