I am so sorry if I am just rambling on and on. I blame #15KbySunday.
Larry tried to keep up with his writing, and surprisingly after Zeldenthuis and the prince had made out on that boat. Suddenly kissing sessions, and declaring love for each other in bars became a normal thing to write about. He wasn't sure what he would say if George wanted to read it, but... that was something he could deal with later. He was writing on set and on the early ride. He woke up early, claimed that it was because just had a inner alarm clock, but fact was that he just wanted to write. And he one day he even surpassed George in his wordcount (but then George did 5 k in one day, Larry tried not to think about that.) Sometimes he wished that he just had appreciated George a little bit more. Then he wouldn't be having so much fun. And it's not like he had a life either way, so what was the harm? ”Laz?” he looked up, once again he had lost himself, this time in the french country, not a graveyard he reminded himself, and a house made out of deceased robots that had died by overheating (could robots die? Or did they just stop working?), this time to look up into the familiar large, brown eyes. ”How's it going?” Mat said and sat down beside him. ”Lines or NaNoWriMo?” He heard Jim sigh out loud, he was sitting next to him, with a cup of coffee and he had promised that he would seriously injure anyone who began talking about ”bunnies, wordcounts, 'I need a cup of coffee', and all those other damn thing. I am trying to work here!”. ”The one Jim doesn't like.” ”I don't like neither, but I guess I will not be able to avoid any of them.” Jim said and sighed. ”You two are driving me mental, and I thought the point of this contest was to drive you mental.” Mat looked at him, raised his eyebrows: ”Why are you saying it like that?” Laz, stopped tapping at his keyboard, and looked up at his colleagues. ”What?” Jim said. ”The word Contest? You are saying it funny.” Jim smiled, it was a evil grin. ”Oh, you mean, contest.” ”Yeah.” Mat said. Larry couldn't help but snort. ”Well it isn't really a contest is it?” Jim said, and smiled, in a teasing manner. ”It's more of a... contest.” ”Oh bug off, Jim. It is a proper contest.” ”You don't win anything.” ”It's like a fun run.” Mat said. ”You win the honor, and for yourself.” Jim only laughed. ”Yeah, sure mates, you do that, for honor and queen and country, and I'll be off trying to win a 2012 BAFTA.” He laughed and got up, walked down to make-up. ”Prick.” Mat said, but smiled as he sat down next to Larry. ”So how is it going?” ”It's going fine really.” Larry said. ”It's a bit boring, but you know...” No, it wasn't boring in the least. ”They don't have any names yet, or well, on have. But not the main, main character.” ”Name him Mathew.” Mat said and laughed. ”No, but what does he do?” And Larry had to explain his odd plot, but left out the Zeldenthuis romance.
”I have to go, Zeldenthuis. I have to go back, I need to help the King!” ”No, Mathew, if you do that you will be killed.... Larry looked at the screen. He read the sentence over and over again. At least 5 times. Then he leaned back and decided that he needed a beer. (but he didn't change the name, it fitted the prince with the beautiful hair)
Re: [FILL] Larry's Adventures in NaNo-Land Part 5/30
Larry tried to keep up with his writing, and surprisingly after Zeldenthuis and the prince had made out on that boat. Suddenly kissing sessions, and declaring love for each other in bars became a normal thing to write about. He wasn't sure what he would say if George wanted to read it, but... that was something he could deal with later. He was writing on set and on the early ride. He woke up early, claimed that it was because just had a inner alarm clock, but fact was that he just wanted to write. And he one day he even surpassed George in his wordcount (but then George did 5 k in one day, Larry tried not to think about that.) Sometimes he wished that he just had appreciated George a little bit more. Then he wouldn't be having so much fun. And it's not like he had a life either way, so what was the harm?
”Laz?” he looked up, once again he had lost himself, this time in the french country, not a graveyard he reminded himself, and a house made out of deceased robots that had died by overheating (could robots die? Or did they just stop working?), this time to look up into the familiar large, brown eyes.
”How's it going?” Mat said and sat down beside him.
”Lines or NaNoWriMo?” He heard Jim sigh out loud, he was sitting next to him, with a cup of coffee and he had promised that he would seriously injure anyone who began talking about ”bunnies, wordcounts, 'I need a cup of coffee', and all those other damn thing. I am trying to work here!”.
”The one Jim doesn't like.”
”I don't like neither, but I guess I will not be able to avoid any of them.” Jim said and sighed. ”You two are driving me mental, and I thought the point of this contest was to drive you mental.”
Mat looked at him, raised his eyebrows: ”Why are you saying it like that?”
Laz, stopped tapping at his keyboard, and looked up at his colleagues. ”What?” Jim said.
”The word Contest? You are saying it funny.”
Jim smiled, it was a evil grin. ”Oh, you mean, contest.”
”Yeah.” Mat said. Larry couldn't help but snort.
”Well it isn't really a contest is it?” Jim said, and smiled, in a teasing manner. ”It's more of a... contest.”
”Oh bug off, Jim. It is a proper contest.”
”You don't win anything.”
”It's like a fun run.” Mat said. ”You win the honor, and for yourself.”
Jim only laughed. ”Yeah, sure mates, you do that, for honor and queen and country, and I'll be off trying to win a 2012 BAFTA.” He laughed and got up, walked down to make-up.
”Prick.” Mat said, but smiled as he sat down next to Larry. ”So how is it going?”
”It's going fine really.” Larry said. ”It's a bit boring, but you know...” No, it wasn't boring in the least. ”They don't have any names yet, or well, on have. But not the main, main character.”
”Name him Mathew.” Mat said and laughed. ”No, but what does he do?” And Larry had to explain his odd plot, but left out the Zeldenthuis romance.
”I have to go, Zeldenthuis. I have to go back, I need to help the King!”
”No, Mathew, if you do that you will be killed.... Larry looked at the screen. He read the sentence over and over again. At least 5 times. Then he leaned back and decided that he needed a beer. (but he didn't change the name, it fitted the prince with the beautiful hair)