PURPLE BAR! PURPLE BAR! I HAVE A PURPLE BAR!
For those of you who don’t know, purple bars are a lovely sign that you have validated your word count and that you have won Nanowrimo. to celebrate, I’ve made my donation and then found out there were winner shirts, so now I get to decide if I want a winner shirt too. Decisions.
From Chapter 3
They sang and generally did all the family stuff now that their father was around. They tried to enjoy their time as much as possible and they did, their father doting his time and attention on all of them, though it seemed mostly to Adrianna, while his wife scorned over in the corner that he wasn’t spending as much time with her. It was a little awkward at times, but Adrianna tried to make her feel more included in the festivities.
“I don’t think she likes me,” she said at last. “She keeps saying that I should be keeping quiet and doesn’t want me to come with her when she leaves for her special days.”
“You’re probably imagining it,” Alice said. “She’s probably just not used to having so many kids. Your father just married her, right? She’s probably still just getting used to the idea that there’s all of you guys there. She probably can’t even tell Mark, Mike and Matt apart yet.”
“She can’t,” Adrianna said with a touch of amusement. “They’re quite happy that they have someone they can fool when she’s around now. When we let them, anyway.”
“You actually let them sometimes?” Alice asked incredulously.
“Only when it’s harmless,” Adrianna said with a smile. “They’re only allowed to make her guess which one is which and nothing else. And someone’s usually watching them to make sure they don’t try anything funny.”
“I’m kind of glad they haven’t tried to play that with me.”
“Can you tell them apart?” Adrianna asked, eyes wide and curious. Alice shook her head no. “Oh, well then we shouldn’t tell them that. They think you can, so they don’t bother.”
Tags: looking glass, nanowrimo



Donation?
What’s wrong with a (I assume) free shirt?
It’s not free. It’s… $20, I think, plus shipping. Ah well, next year.