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Also, I signed up for Crazy Editing Week. It’s right after my school term ends, so I’m hoping to get some stuff done. XD
Is anyone else planning on doing it?
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@whalekeeper @elishavet-pidyon
Hey guys (well you’re mostly gals).
Well, there still are some of us guys hiding around.
Would you be interested in a goal-focused chat where we practice our individual writing skills and chat about our progress?
Sure!
Sometimes it is necessary to paint the sky black in order to see the stars.
That sounds like fun! I’m not exactly sure how busy I’ll be this summer, but I’d love to join in. The next few weeks are going to be kind of crazy though.
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
Yes!
I’m hoping to actually finish a draft this summer. Just not sure which project…*glances nervously toward glowering characters*
*Whispers* I think they’re hanging up on me.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
@elishavet-pidyon @theducktator @linus-smallprint @hybridlore @koshka @rae
Awesome. 🙂 I still have a couple weeks of school left so I’ll start the topic after! It would be great to schedule sprinting times as well. A lot of us might enjoy that.
Also, I signed up for Crazy Editing Week. It’s right after my school term ends, so I’m hoping to get some stuff done. XD
Is anyone else planning on doing it?
Yeesss, you bet I’ll be there. CEW was a blast last time. The rest of you should sign up as well!
The exhaustion is strong with this one
Ok sounds good!
I would, but I’m focusing on writing and not editing for these next few months.
"Don't shine so that others can see you. Shine so that through you, others can see Him." ~ C. S.
Sure, why not.
Don’t know how active I’ll be on it. Everything in my world changes today, so we’ll see what happens.
You WILL write Leo’s book. That is the draft you will finish.
I have decided.
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
XD
Oh really? Hmm. Maybe I could at least get a very rough draft done for him.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
@elishavet-pidyon @whalekeeper @ellette-giselle
Yay! I signed up for CEW too!
Ellette, what do you mean by saying everything in your world changes today?
Also, Whalekeeper, please tag me to the goal writing topic! I may join for that as well!
"He who never quotes will never be quoted." ~Charles Spurgeon
I don’t really have much to edit, unfortunately. So I won’t be joining.
MARCIE! YOU MADE EGG SOUP!
I wrote a short story…you probably don’t want to read it but hear it is.
This was possibly the worst day of Bill’s life. His head ached, and he longed for a glass of water. How had he managed to get into this predicament? Bill thought back to the morning, when everything had been normal, before his trip to Doctor Twinkie’s laboratory, when his only worry had been his calculus test.
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Bill was so worried he could barely choke down his burnt toast. He had the calculus skills of a bagel; that is to say, none. And this was worth seventy percent of his grade! An easy test, Professor Hoodlum had said. This class was as sharp as a tack, he’d said. Bill pulled his book from his backpack and tried to study. Random numbers and symbols floated around his head. After an hour of study, he had gotten every single problem wrong. He flung his book down. This called for drastic measures. As the door slammed behind him, Bill took his first steps towards what would soon be the worst decision of his life.
Doctor Twinkie made his home in a small unassuming cottage towards the end of town. While the cottage appeared fairly normal from the outside, with a well tamed garden, strange explosions were frequently heard coming from the house. Bill, remembering the tales he’d heard, nervously rang the bell. Doctor Twinkie opened the door. He was a small round man, with crooked wire-rimmed glasses, a purple lab coat with a pocket full of pens and daisies, and only one shoe, a yellow rainboot.
“Who are you?” the doctor demanded, brandishing a half wilted flower.
Bill scuffed his shoe. “My name is William Gadwall. I require assistance.”
Doctor Twinkie snorted. “ Of what sort?”
“I have a calculus test tomorrow and I suck at calculus. The teacher said it would be easy because we’re all sharp as a tack, but I’m dumb as a box of rocks.”
“Sharp as a tack, eh? We’ll see what we can do. Come in.”
So Bill entered Doctor Twinkie’s kitchen. The doctor shoved him towards a cardboard box and placed what appeared to be a bike helmet full of wires on his head. Bill grinned. This must be a smartening machine! The doctor pressed a button. Suddenly Bill felt as though the air was pressing down on him from every side. The box began to grow…or Bill began to shrink. What had he done? Finally the feeling stopped. Bill stared up at the sides of the box. He was maybe six inches tall if he guessed the height of the box right. But then, he’d always earned straight Cs in math.
“What did you do?” he screamed.
“Calm down. It’s all part of the process.” Doctor Twinkie’s hand reached into the box and pulled Bill out.
Bill no longer cared about his test. He could flunk out of college, but at least he’d be alive and unshrunk! He attempted to bite Doctor Twinkie’s finger, but the doctor merely covered his tiny face and tutted. What would his parents think if he vanished? He had a date tonight; she’d think he’d ghosted her! Doctor Twinkie lowered Bill horizontally near a machine full of holes. It almost looked like…a pencil sharpener. Bill screeched as Doctor Twinkie shoved him up the hole headfirst.
The machine whirred. Bill’s head seemed to stretch. At least his face wasn’t coming off. It might be worse.
After a few minutes Doctor Twinkie removed Bill from the machine. As Bill was carried across the room, he caught sight of himself in the glass cabinet doors. His head, while its normal shape at the bottom, gradually grew smaller the higher it got, making him appear to have a dunce cap made of head. Bill burst into tears.
“Fix me!” he begged. “Please! I have a family! I have a girlfriend! I have a rotisserie chicken at home for dinner!”
Doctor Twinkie chuckled and stuck Bill headfirst into a corkboard. “I’d been wondering how to keep my plans for world domination on this board. Now stop snivelling; you’ll get them wet.”
Bill sniffed. “You promised…”
“No. I said I’d see what I could do to make you sharp as a tack. I achieved that goal.” The doctor stalked out.
Bill desperately tried to yank himself out, but to no avail. He struggled for hours before finally slumping back to his horizontal state in despair. Sharp as a tack indeed! Now he was trapped for eternity in a mad scientist’s billboard.
MARCIE! YOU MADE EGG SOUP!
@theducktator bruhhhh lol
I have the calculus skills of a bagel too.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
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