What I did this week 4/28/17

Pocket Hole Four: Polka Dies. Started week at 26,271 words. Finished week at 29,435 words.

2017 To-Do List

• Theo Thwaite One:  Theo Thwaite Had A Secret - Go over third draft in July
• Pocket Hole Four: Polka Dies - Write first draft (50,000 words) by end of June
• Pocket Hole Five: Goodnight Mr. Moon - Write first draft (50,000 words) by end of September
• Theo Thwaite Three: Start to write in October
• Pocket Hole Two: Boys And Other Irritants - One last review (DONE 3/3/17)
• Pocket Hole Three: What Not To Wear To A Prison Party - Go over first draft sometime in March(DONE 3/6/17)
• Theo Thwaite Two: Theo Thwaite Had A Problem - Finish first draft ((100,000 words) by mid-March (DONE 3/1/17)
• Pocket Hole One: What A Girl Wants - One last review (DONE 3/2/17)

What I did this week 4/21/17

Sucky 2 weeks of writing
Pocket Hole Four: Polka Dies. Started week at 25.695 words. Finished week at 26,271 words.

2017 To-Do List

• Theo Thwaite One:  Theo Thwaite Had A Secret - Go over third draft in July
• Pocket Hole Four: Polka Dies - Write first draft (50,000 words) by end of June
• Pocket Hole Five: Goodnight Mr. Moon - Write first draft (50,000 words) by end of September
• Theo Thwaite Three: Start to write in October
• Pocket Hole Two: Boys And Other Irritants - One last review (DONE 3/3/17)
• Pocket Hole Three: What Not To Wear To A Prison Party - Go over first draft sometime in March(DONE 3/6/17)
• Theo Thwaite Two: Theo Thwaite Had A Problem - Finish first draft ((100,000 words) by mid-March (DONE 3/1/17)
• Pocket Hole One: What A Girl Wants - One last review (DONE 3/2/17)

What I did this week 4/14/17

Busy week

Pocket Hole Four: Polka Dies. Started week at 25,695 words. Finished week at 25,695 words.

2017 To-Do List

• Theo Thwaite One:  Theo Thwaite Had A Secret - Go over third draft in July
• Pocket Hole Four: Polka Dies - Write first draft (50,000 words) by end of June
• Pocket Hole Five: Goodnight Mr. Moon - Write first draft (50,000 words) by end of September
• Theo Thwaite Three: Start to write in October
• Pocket Hole Two: Boys And Other Irritants - One last review (DONE 3/3/17)
• Pocket Hole Three: What Not To Wear To A Prison Party - Go over first draft sometime in March(DONE 3/6/17)
• Theo Thwaite Two: Theo Thwaite Had A Problem - Finish first draft ((100,000 words) by mid-March (DONE 3/1/17)
• Pocket Hole One: What A Girl Wants - One last review (DONE 3/2/17)

Thursday - KRYPTON

A couple of the joss sticks burned the back of her arms and her neck where her flesh was exposed, but Oliv didn’t complain. She just fallen out of a skyscraper. There were more than a few people on the street and it appeared that all of them had watched her fall. Gunfire still rant out above. They musts have been looking up when she tried the zip-line thing. Oliv stayed where she was for a second, still not sure that she really had survived. Maybe this was what heaven was like. Maybe heaven was so freakin’ great that even when you died horribly, you immediately thought you’d survived. But when Oliv sat up her back hurt. That probably meant this wasn’t heaven. She swung her feet over the table and jumped to the sidewalk. Her audience was splitting time between looking at her and staring up at the open window, where the gun battle was raging. Oliv brushed herself off and tried to pretend her heart wasn’t still racing. These people were looking at her like maybe she came from Krypton, and she didn’t want to disappoint.

Wednesday - JOSS

Falling six stories goes by way too fast when you’re about to die. Oliv didn’t see her life flash before her eyes, just a bunch of windows. A short list of things she regretted did run through her head though. She regretted not watching more Jason Statham movies, as was already mentioned. She regretted not trying out for the diving team in high school. Maybe that could have given her some insight into falling properly. She regretted not opening the refrigerator door in the apartment and sampling some Jell-O shots before she fled to the bathroom. Strangely, she didn’t regret getting in a fight with Cecile in front of her newborn baby. Weird. That’s when Oliv landed on the fabric awning in front of the Chinese restaurant across the street, bounced up and then landed in a table full of sand with a bunch of joss sticks stuck in it.

Tuesday - JASON

Every boyfriend Oliv ever had was a fan of action flicks. So boring. A guy with muscles and karate skills who can’t be hit with bullets runs around and saves helpless females. Oliv had actually broken up with one of her boyfriends after leaving a theater. She couldn’t remember the boyfriend’s name now, but the actor in the movie had been Jason Statham. A healthy diet of action movies suddenly seemed like a vitamin supplement she should have been using. She raised the blinds, opened the window, and the cable just to the side of the window trailing down to the building across the street was the obvious choice. There was even a wooden hanger on the floor she could use. With the hangar and cable she had her own zip-line. Oliv grabbed the hangar off the floor. She leaned out the window, the gunfire in the other room growing more intense, put the hangar over the cable, grabbed the hangar on each side with her hands, and launched herself. She started screaming immediately, so when the hangar broke in two nothing really change. Other than she started falling. Oliv mentally berated herself. Whatever her old boyfriend’s name was, she shouldn’t have broken up with him. Maybe she wouldn't have missed Jason Statham’s next stupid movie, and maybe there would have been some helpful information about zip-line.

Monday - INCH

Not being the focus of the two men and one woman was a nice change. Oliv folded her hand in a thin V and slipped it out of the handcuff. She looked up to see if anyone had noticed, and she really wouldn’t have been that disappointed if one of her captors had, because, well, that had been pretty cool. All four were facing the open door though, guns held like they knew how to use them. Oliv stood. There was the front door, which wasn’t an option, and a door to her right, probably a bathroom. She sidestepped, keeping her eyes on the people packing guns, edging towards the bathroom. On her way, she passed the kitchen counter and noticed a piece of paper with writing on it. It looked like a list. Oliv shoved the paper into her pocket then inched into the bathroom. She closed the door, locked it, and considered her options. There was a full window with cheap plastic blinds. She peaked through the blinds and found she was seven or eight floors above ground. Oliv turned and looked back at the closed bathroom door. She didn’t make up her mind until she heard gunfire. The window it was.

What I did this week 4/7/17

Pocket Hole Four: Polka Dies. Started week at 21.155 words. Finished week at 25,695 words.

2017 To-Do List

• Theo Thwaite One:  Theo Thwaite Had A Secret - Go over third draft in July
• Pocket Hole Four: Polka Dies - Write first draft (50,000 words) by end of June
• Pocket Hole Five: Goodnight Mr. Moon - Write first draft (50,000 words) by end of September
• Theo Thwaite Three: Start to write in October
• Pocket Hole Two: Boys And Other Irritants - One last review (DONE 3/3/17)
• Pocket Hole Three: What Not To Wear To A Prison Party - Go over first draft sometime in March(DONE 3/6/17)
• Theo Thwaite Two: Theo Thwaite Had A Problem - Finish first draft ((100,000 words) by mid-March (DONE 3/1/17)
• Pocket Hole One: What A Girl Wants - One last review (DONE 3/2/17)

Thursday - HUNTER

The right moment approached with heavy footsteps and a lot of huffing and puffing. Oliv heard someone approaching from outside the door, running up a hall that was anything but abbreviated. They must be in a pretty big building. The punchline came when a girth-challenged man burst through the door. He had short, red hair and was wearing a hunter green sweatshirt. Olive would have been shocked if the tag on the sweatshirt collar had less than four Xs on it. The portly fellow blurted out one, simple statement that caused immediate chaos, though Oliv didn’t understand its import. “The Buckeyes have found us!” All three of Oliv’s captives jumped to their feet and ran to different parts of the room. It wasn’t a panic. They seemed to be about specific tasks, like this was an emergency they were ready for because of countless drills. They returned after having retrieved automatic weapons, one of them with an extra, which he gave to the fat man. Oliv decided that now was a good time to make her break.

Wednesday - GRAZE

Oliv didn’t like Jell-O shots. She had nothing against drinking, but adding alcohol to Jell-O was a bastardization of an intrinsically innocent substance. She would have no part in that. She already disliked her captors because, well, they’d kidnapped her, but this gave her a second reason. Well, a third reason, really. Her beloved Miata had been more than grazed. Oliv wished she could ask questions now that she had calmed down, but the duct tape was holding. And the idiots just stared at her. They were waiting for something, obviously. Or someone. Oliv decided she wasn’t going to wait. Both her hands were double-jointed and she was pretty sure she could slip out of these handcuffs. She just needed to wait for the right moment.

Tuesday - FLAVOR

So it was the taste of tape that calmed Oliv’s mind, despite whatever caffeine buzz she was riding. There were a limited number of things she could know at that moment, but Oliv listed them off in her mind nevertheless. She had been forced off the road by a black car, a big one. This had happened in a residential neighborhood, a sleepy one, so even if no one had seen the crash, her crumpled car would not go unnoticed. Oliv was in a single-room apartment with three middle-aged people, none of whom had any fashion sense. There was an open window to her right, but all she could see was sky, so whatever apartment she was in, it wasn’t on the ground floor. She had been kidnapped and was handcuffed, but it didn’t appear her captors wanted to harm her. Not yet, at least. The last thing on Oliv’s list, strangely, was that in the kitchenette on her left there were a pile of empty Jell-O boxes, all different flavors, and she could smell the distinct odor of Jell-O shots with rum made and chilling in the refrigerator.

Monday - EVASIVE

Oliv’s upper lip was smushed to the side and folded back so that the duct tape stuck to her teeth. The semi-violence of the moment seemed to mix with the odd taste of the adhesive and in a strange twist brought her calm. The bitter tang seemed familiar, but the memory was evasive until the woman returned to her place on the couch. Oliv noticed the woman was wearing knee-high, flesh-colored panty hose, the kind her grandmother used to wear. Some of Oliv's earliest memories were of wrapping Christmas presents with Grandma Stella. Her grandmother’s wrapping style had included pulling off multiple strips of tape, sticking them to her bottom lip, then wrapping the whole present without having to return to the tape dispenser. Grandma Stella had been a wizard at wrapping.