It's a proper book now.
Demon Road was a little over 121,000. I had wanted it to be 80,000, which is roughly the size of Dark Days. Obviously, that didn't happen. But I am DETERMINED that Desolation be of a more manageable size. It'll probably end up somewhere around the 100,000 mark.
Writing a book can be a struggle. It's just so happened that in the writing of this one, every time I started to flow, and write LOTS, I had to go off on tour or do festivals or get interrupted for a multitude of reasons. It's very hard to build up any kind of rhythm when your writing schedule is kinda messed up.
But I'm flowing now. I want to get this latest draft off to my editor on Monday, because on Tuesday I'm off on holiday to Disneyworld and Universal Studios.
For Halloween.
Ooooooh this is gonna be my kind of holiday. By day, we go to Magic Kingdom, and go on rides and visit Harry Potter world and just have good, nice lovely fun...
But at night...
Universal Studios over Halloween has the most terrifying horror experiences on offer, and I will be going and subjecting my girlfriend to the ordeal. I'm going to tweet about it. I'm going to take videos. You may see me scream.
But it shall be a manly scream. A WAR CRY.
And then I'll run away and leave Laura to face this guy on her own.
Gonna be FUN.
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Clocky: let go of me mark!
Tresha: I mean.. you're funny..
Mark: *laughs, kissing her sloppily*
((PARAMORE IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE BANDSS)
(THEY'RE AMAZING)
Flauros: do I have a red nose? I'm not a clown
Clocky: *tries to push him away*
Tresha You can be funny without being a clown.
Mark: *grabs her arms tightly*
Don't. It's okay.
*kisses her neck*
((THEY AREEE!)
Flauros. I don't try
Clocky: m mark... I'm scared... Let go *shakes*
(Hi El *.^)
(*TACKLEHUGS ELLIE!!!*)
Tresha: Sometimes you don't have to try!
Mark: Shhhh. Don't be scared! It's me. Marky. Werecow!
*moo's loudly*
Flauros: *frowns and tries to make sense of the girl*
Clocky: +looks at the floor* go bak to your room otherwise I'll tell cole
(How have you been Bach?)
Tresha: Turn that frown upside down!
*grins*
Mark: Why would you tell HIM?
*bares his teeth in a snarl*
Did he get you already.
*presses her back against the wall*
DID HE!!!
Flauros: I've never smiled
Clocky: w what! +shakes* no... I am loyal to you... B but I'm not ready...
Tresha: You haven't?
Mark: Don't worry. It's easy.
*kisses her with tongue*
Flauros: no reason to
Clocky: *tries to push him away*
( i'm good. :D :P wish bae was home but she's just finishing in 10 and it's pitch black... :/ )
Tresha: That's so.. sad.
Mark: *stops kissing her, grinning, grabbing his shirt and yanking it off, throwing it elsewhere*
*walks his fingers up her arm, grabbing the bottom of her shirt*
(Naw wwwww +hugs k*)
Flauros: not really
Clocky: please mark... N no...
(*hugs chloe back * )
Tresha: it is a bit!
Mark: Hey, it's fine. You'll love it.
*yanks her shirt off*
*for the love of God call Cole*
Flauros: how?
Clocky; *screams* COLE!
*there are footsteps in the hallway *
Tresha: Well smiling is usually a sign you're happy. If you haven't smiled then you mustn't be happy.
Mark: *curses, covering her mouth with his hand*
Shhhhh! You're ruining the moment!
Flauros: but I'm not in a depressive state...
Cole; *from behind mark* let her go mark
Tresha: True.. hmm..
Mark: *growls*
Psss off Cole!
Flauros: I will smile if I have need to do so
Cole: you are better than this mark
Stop this instant
Tresha: It not really about needing to..
Mark: I said GO AWAY!!!
*spins quickly, letting Clocky go and swinging for Cole*
Flauros: why would you smile otherwise?
Cole: *blocks his fist easily and twists it behind is back*
Clocky: *weeps on the floor*
Tresha: Well because it feels right?
Mark: *slams his head back into Cole's nose, using his free arm to elbow his kidneys*
Flauros: well then it hasn't felt right to do so yet
Cole: +collapses in pain*
Clocky: *screams* STOP IT MARK! HE HAS A FAMILY!
Tresha: I guess that makes sense.
Mark: HE ATTACKED ME!
Flauros: *inspects tresh really closely*
Clocky; you attacked him first! No more fighting...
Tresha: *blushes very slightly under the inspection*
Mark: *growls*
Then tell him to piss off and butt out!
Flauros: you seen to give me that urge
Clocky: c cole... Please... Go
Cole: he will hurt you *tries to stand*
Tresha: I do?
*beams, looking hopeful*
Mark: *growls at Cole*
(Hi.
Would like to dedicate most recent dedicatable page to the kind folks at TEST Squadron.
Also hi. *waves*)
(Hey :)
(Hi brother kas!)
Flauros: I don't know why
Clocky : *forces a smile* it'll be okay cold
Cole; *gets up and grumbles* I'll be next door
If h troubles you then just whistle
Tresha: Well.. surely that's a good thing?
Mark: *stares at him*
*fireworks start going off, a local pub setting off fireworks*
*eyes widen and he gasps, tensing up, shaking, stumbling back*
(What are y'all doing? And how are you doing?
Anyone still watching DW? Was last week's episode any good?)
(It was good!)
(I am tickety booo!)
Flauros; it should?
Clocky: m mark...?
Tresha: So that's good!
Mark: *leans against the wall, sinking down into a sitting position, eyes distant*
*starts thrashing, making unrecognizable sounds*
(*stares at his previous comment*
-_-)
(@Jai Yay! @Chloe Yayayayay!!!!!
Also, Elite: Dangerous is an awesome game! :)
Not "oh my god that's awesome!" but "oh hey I can fly spaceships this is awesome" awesome! :))
Flauros: but why you?
Clocky: mark! It's okay +covers his ears*
(I'm glad it's a good game!)
Tresha: I don't know? Maybe I'm funny. Am I funny? I haven't checked.
Mark: *struggles more at the restrictions, thrashing yelling loudly*
(Would love to play some online games with you guys.
Oh shit nearly flew into a star.)
(You.. nearly flew into a star?)
(When you enter a solar system, you enter it facing a star. Fumble with the controls and next thing you're doing is heading straight towards it at a huge speed.)
Flauros: you look funny.,. Is that the same?
Clocky: shhhhh *hugs his head and rocks back and forth gently*
(Ahhhh. I see.)
Tresha: Probably. How do I look funny?
Mark: *shakes, eye staring blankly*
*the fireworks have stopped now, but he's still trapped in the past*
Flauros: you just are... *doesnt know how to say beautiful*
Clocky: *kisses his head* it's okay
Tresha: In a good or bad way?
Mark: *timeskip forwards a half hour*
*finally stops shaking*
Flauros: *looks blank and goes red slightly*
Clocky:*hasnt stopped reassuring him* mark?
Tresh: Flauros? Are you okay..?
Mark: *closes his eye, slouching against her, curling up very slightly*
Flauros: why is my heart beating so fast? My mortal body is broken...
Clocky: *trembles slightly* I it's okay
Tresha: Oh.. maybe you're ill..?
*carefully lays her hand against his forehead and cheeks to check for a temperature*
Mark: *shivers, blinking, whimpering quietly*
(Hello.)
Ila: No, I just said I was because it's something I'm likely to make up.
Flauros: ill?
Clocky: mark?
AU!Sil: Oh, okay.
Tresha: Yeah, you know, ill. Slightly under the weather. You don't.. feel too warm.
*moves her hands back to her side*
Mark: *whisper croaks*
Yeah..
Ila: You do realise that it was sarcasm, yes?
Flauros: odd...
Clocky: *whimpers* are you a sober...
AU!Sil: You need to work on your sarcasm.
*snatches her paper back, slipping it into her pocket*
So, if you don't drink blood how do you sustain yourself?
Tresha: Odd?
Mark: *rests his head on her shoulder*
No.
*a pause*
My head hurts.
Flauros: this only happens when you are around. Are you a witch?
Clocky: I'll walk you to your room...
Tresha: Not that I know of? Are you allergic to cats?
Mark: Do we have any pain killers?
Ila: I'd like to think you just need to work on your understanding of sarcasm. I have a good sense of humour. *she shrugs*
We drink souls. *she reaches inside another pocket, taking out a small bottle of water* This can bond to souls and hold their energy in place, so we can drink them. We only need a soul once every month or so. Our bodies need more life energy than they are naturally given. When a soul is bonded to the water, it changes to a red colour, which makes stupid people think we drink blood. But we're more sophisticated and hygienic than that, you know? Well, maybe not sophisticated, but we don't drink strange people's blood at least.
AU!Sil: Gee thanks.
Ila: What was that in reply to? The part where I said you needed to work on your understanding of sarcasm or when I implied you were unsophisticated and unhygienic?
Flauros: I don't think so...
Clocky: I I I'll check... *stands up*
AU!Sil: Implying I'm unsophisticated and unhygienic.. although the unhygienic part I can understand. So, how do your kind become vampires?
Tresha: Oh.. hmmm..
Mark: *falls onto his side, sluggish brain not expecting the movement*
*groans*
Ila: Well, you already know I was born as a vampire because I said I was born with symbols on my face, and symbols come with vampirism. Being born a vampire means you'll inherit your powers from your parents, which is why I have two. If you're made into a vampire by being bitten, you only get one power, which is really boring. But because of... a rather devastating accident when I was a teenager, two vampires having a child is now illegal anyway.
Flauros: go away now...
Clocky: *rushes to kitchen and grabs painkillers and water*
+rushes back and gives them to mark*
AU!Sil: Huh. Okay.
*her arm is filling up with notes now*
So each symbol means a different thing?
Tresha: What? You.. want me to go away?
*looks crestfallen*
Mark: *pushes himself to sit up*
Thanks..
*takes the pills, using the water to help*
Flauros@ wil that make this feeling go away?
Clocky: *stands quite far away as he does*
Ila: *she narrows her eyes* I'm not going to tell you any more. I don't think it's a good idea. I mean, I'm extraverted, sure, but I'm not stupid. I don't know you, silly. I mean, you're all mutated and unhygienic. You might want to steal my organs.
Tresha: I don't know.. I'll go away if you want me to..
*the cat meows loudly in protest*
Mark: *groans, trying to stand and stumbling back onto his butt*
*sighs and shifts, squirming out of his clothes, starting to stumble towards his room*
AU!Sil: Why in God's name would I steal your organs? I just want to learn about you.
*Lamia anima is written on her arm now*
Flarous: but when you go I go into this depressive state... its most troubling
CLocky: *follows at a distance*
Tresha: that's not good.
Mark: *stumbles and headbutts the door with all his weight, managing to knock himself unconscious*
(KALLY!!!!!!!!!
*bows down to the zombie queen*
Hello thy most glorious zombie, theif who rules all.)
*Takes a cookie*
*Nods thanks and noms on it quietly*
Flauros: no... what is wrong with me?
Alice: Youre in love! *says from behind a tree*
*realises she was spying* oops
C locky: silly w wolf... *opens the door and pushes him in his room*
Ila: You're just trying to catalogue me. I don't want to be catalogued. I mean, you're the mutant. Why don't you start writing... *she moves her head so she can see* Lamia Anima on my arm instead, because you're all creepy and mutated.
(hey Kallista! hey John!)
Tresha: *spins quickly, blushing bright red*
ALICE!!! HERE, NOW!
Mark: *sleeping on the floor*
*should probably be put on to his side so he doesn't choke on puke*
AU!Sil: Lamia Anima is you. Vampire soul, or vampire of the soul if you will.
Ila: I really have no idea what language that is, but if the general idea is to add 'ia' or 'a' on the end of everything, you would be vampira mutantia stupida. 'Stupid mutant vampire' or 'Mutant vampire of the stupid', if you will.
(Naww I'm not awesome.
Look, I'm not a queen anymore *points at name*
Shouldn't the comments section be the same as with Derek's blog, at the bottom of each individual post?
CAT!!! OMG KITTY!!!)
AU!Sil: *glares*
It's Latin.
ALice: *Walks forward reluctantly like a kid whos about to have a telling off*
Flauros: *crosses his arms*
Clocky: *outs him on his side and watches him*
(Hello, Kallista.)
(I better update my blog tomorrow ^.^')
(*rolls eyes* If you must insist ;P But I'm a not-yet-dead saint too.
Okay :)
Ila: Latin? It sounds like a type of cloth. Did they make a language around a type of cloth? Is there a cotton language? A velvet language?
Tresha: What have I told you about spying.
Mark: *timeskip?*
AU!Sil: No. There isn't.
*is rapidly losing her patience with this girl*
(Bye kally!)
(Goodbye, Kallista.)
Ila: How disappointing.
(Then you need to figure out what to be a saint of and if its taken! *hugs back!*)
Alice: *says in a voice barely more than a whisper* not to...
CLocky: *goes back to her room and shuts the dorr*
*okay *
(byii Kal! and please just call me CHloe ^>^)
AU!Sil: mhmmmm.
Ila: So what do you do for fun around here?
Tresha: And why?
Mark: *the next morning*
*wakes up as a wolf in a small puddle of puke, a slight headache pounding in his skull*
*groans*
AU!Sil: whatever we want.
Alice: 8mutters* cause its rude
Clocky: *sits on her bed with knees tucked in*
*hasn't dlept much(
Ila: That sounds... strange. I've already found one fun thing to do, though.
Tresha: So what do you need to do?
Mark: *doesn't really remember what happened*
*gets up, stumbling, still a wolf*
*pads towards the bathroom*
AU!Sil: If its annoy me you need a new thing.
ALice: apologise?
Clocky: *hears the noise in the hallway and pulls up the duvet*
Ila: I definitely won't need a new thing. This is too much fun. *she pokes Silente* *she reaches into her pocket, sprinkling a little coloured confetti over her head* Are you getting annoyed at me? I think you might be getting annoyed at me.
Tresha: Yes.
Mark: *jumps into the bath, turning the shower on as a wolf, too lazy to change*
*calmly washing himself off*
AU!Sil: *glares, shaking her head to get rid of the confetti*
ALicew: sorry, lovebirds
Flauros: love what?!
CLocky: *tiptoes out of the room and into the kitchen*
Ila: And what if I said I could be manipulating your emotions right now and you'd never know? Would that make you more annoyed or less annoyed?
Tresha: *blushes*
ALICE.
Mark: *makes sure to clean himself of vomit and alcohol*
*turns the shower off and grabs the towel, shifting to human and drying himself*
Brrr.
*wraps the towel around his waist and heads to the kitchen*
ALice: *winces*
CLocky: b*hears someone approaching*
*panics and hides under table*
AU!Sil: *scowls*
Don't you dare.
Tresha: Apologize properly.
Mark: *walks in, turning the kettle on*
*pauses and frowns*
Ila: Maybe I've dared already. As I said, you'll never know. But as a general rule, telling me "don't you dare", is just an invitation for me to dare. It's just the way my mind works.
AU!Sil: *glares*
Ila: *she slightly increases Silente's anger level*
Alice: *sulks* I offer my deepest apologies
CLocky:*stays still*
AU!Sil: *growls, eyes flashing with anger*
Tresha: Good girl.
Mark: *slowly grabs a knife, shaking slightly, forcing his breathing to calm*
*quietly*
Whoever you are I strongly advise you show yourself and leave. You won't find anything here that you'll be allowed to steal, and I shant allow harm to fall upon those who live here.
hey there...come here often? ;) :P
(Mhmm.)
(hey fera)
ALice: *sulks*
CLocky: *gets out, banging her head*
*runs to her room*
Tresha: Now go home.
Mark: Clocky?
*runs after her quickly*
hello jai, hi chloe.
Ah good, i just wanted to know some directions :P
Alice: yes sir! *salutes and marches off*
FLauros: a troublesome girl...
CLocky: *runs into her room and shuts the door in his face*
Tresha: You haven't had to live with her.
*is smiling despite her annoyance*
Mark: *stumbles back*
Clocky.. What's wrong?
*stands awkwardly at her door*
Flauros: why do you put up with it?
Clocky: g go away!
Tresha: She's like my sister. She's my best friend.
Mark: Are.. are you okay?
Ila: *she grins* You are so adorable. If you find mutant, angry people adorable. Which I don't. So you're not especially adorable.
Flauros: ive never had one of those
CLocky: y you ... I believed you'd changed! b but you are the same as y you were... I trusted you!
ey b0ss
(are you quite alright, fera? ive noticed the past few days you haven't been making any sense...)
AU!Sil: *grits her teeth*
Go. Away.
Tresha: They're good to have.
Mark: *pales*
Clocky.. what happened?
Flauros: they are? they sem nothing more than a hindrance...
CLocky: y you... I wasn't r ready mark...
(nos da, peeps)
Ila: Why? Am I annoying you?
nahh, I've got nyeess b0ss.
Tresha: *laughs*
Sometimes. But they're also a shoulder to lean on.
Mark: no.. no I didn't..
AU!Sil: Yes. You are.
(Hello, again.
@Sophia Add Happy Gilmore to that list. I cannot grow tired of watching that film.)
(Hello?)
(Is it me you're looking for?)
But I'm a creep
And I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
No..
I don't belong here...
(+huggles creep+ you do belong here
This is a place for weirdos
So what if you're weird? It's boring being normal...)
(*hugs Chloe if she's still here*)
(BTG update.)
Peoples?)
People's is elsewhere methinks
(Happy N7 Day, guys! :)
(Hey guys!)
(I is here!)
(Hey, Jaimie! :)
How are you?)
(Hey Inky!!!
Hey Kas!!!)
(Hey, Chloe! How be you?
What are you guys up to?)
(I is watching Markiplier play layers of fear ^.^ you?
rp jai?))
(Nothing. I want to go out, but have to eat, first.)
((coolz ^.^))
(Sure Chloe!!!)
Tresha: *laughs*
Sometimes. But they're also a shoulder to lean on.
Mark: no.. no I didn't..
(yey!)
Flauros: I need no one... never had. I was a lone angel in heaven.
Clocky: o only because Cole stopped you and then you went into panic mode due to the fire works! *holds the door handle tight so he cannot enter*
Tresha: You were?
Mark: Clocky.. I'm so sorry.. please, open the door..
Flauros: I was head of the soldiers
Clocky: *whimpers and says nothing*
Tresha: Head of the soldiers? Wow!
Mark: *sighs, gently leaning his head against the door*
*walks to the kitchen, making some tea and toast*
(It's raining -_-
Got my ship destroyed in Elite: Dangerous, and my cargo stolen, so I'm poor now. Who knew that trading in a hostile star system in anarchy could be dangerous?)
Flauros: *tries not to show that hes pleased* not really...
Clocky: *sinks to knees and cries*
Tresha: Yes really! It's amazing!
*grins*
Mark: *shuffles back, laying the tea and toast at her door*
*sighs and walks off, looking upset*
*shifts, running off*
Flauros: *a ghost of a smile appears on his face*
Clocky: *takes the tea and toast*
*gets ready*
*goes outside, shifts and runs to the lake*
(*sits in the sad corner*)
Tresha: *smiles at him brightly*
Mark: *is sat at the edge of the town, staring at the trees just beyond the town, ears drooped*
Flauros: what is it?
Clocky: *reaches the lake and howls*
Tresha: You're a nice guy..
Mark: *flinches hearing her howl, hesitating*
*whimpers, standing up, torn between given her space and talking to her..*
Flauros: I am not
Clocky: *sits and looks out to the lake*
(*gently hugs Chloe and Jaimie*
:)
(*gently hugs kas back*)
Tresha: I think you are.
Mark: *sits back down nervously*
(Weekend! Yay! Walking! Elite! Doctor Who! Yayayay!!!!)
(And Mass Effect! :3)
(Homework -_- when I get to mum's anyway..)
(*hugs kas*)
Flauros: how so?
COle: *is out with the children in town*
*sees mark*
(@Jai ://////
*offers more hugs*.
Msd, walking.)
Tresha: You're just nice to talk to.
Mark: *ignores Cole*
Flauros: am I ?
Cole: *coughs* mark...
Tresha: I think so!
Mark: *jumps, turning to look at him*
Flauros: you seem to be the first mortal to think so *stomach grumbles*
Cole: *doesn't look amused* you sober?
(I wonder if they'll bring the weeping angels back.
Sadly, I don't think Clara will ever see any of them :/)
Tresha: Are you hungry? When did you last eat?
Mark: *hangs his head and nods*
Flauros: a few days ago...
Cole: *Sighs* remind me never to let you drink again
have you seen clocky?
Tresha: You need to eat every day!
Mark: *nods very slightly, hanging his head further*
(What are your favourite DW villains/creatures?)
(Hmmm.. at the moment the red shape shifting Uhhh.. zygones! Because I think they might be the death of Clara.)
(Haven't seen that episode! :/)
Flauros: I do...? it is troublesome
Cole: what happened?
Tresha: You should eat three times a day.
*rolls her eyes*
Come to my house, I'll cook you up a meal.
Mark: *sighs and shifts*
*murmurs*
After you left I.. had a panic attack when the fireworks went off..
(@Kas you hvent??)
Flauros: why are you helping me?
Cole: right... How is Clocky now? Where is she?
Tresha: Because you need help?
Mark: *looks miserable, his shoulders sinking further*
She's that way
*points*
I.. she doesn't want to see me..
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