Ohai, you guys! How is October already? I know they the older you get, the faster the year seems to fly because it becomes a smaller proportion of your life, but I’m only 24! If it goes this fast now, what’s it going to be like when I’m 50? Or 80? It is now less than 6 weeks until I go overseas, though, which I feel is sort of milestone. Six weeks is a good unit to measure by. And it was six weeks yesterday. Yay! I also discovered that some of my friends in England have won tickets to the 50th Anniversary Doctor Who event for the same day that I’ll be there, so that’s pretty awesome.
Anyway, it’s also Wednesday, which means this is a WIPpet post! How does WIPpet Wednesday work, you ask? All you need do is post an excerpt from your WIP that somehow relates to the date. Then hop on over to the linky and join us! 🙂 As always, thanks to K. L. Schwengel for hosting. I’m just being boring today and posting two paragraphs. They follow on from last week’s excerpt, since I have written very little since then. I have mostly finished the fight scene, though, and am reasonably happy with how it turned out. So that’s something. 😀 Anyway, here we go.
As she watched, Clara didn’t think her heart could have sped up anymore, but as she watched Max’s situation get more dire, this felt like exactly what it felt like it was doing. Not knowing what else she could do to help, she looked around for something she could throw, and on seeing nothing, rifled through her bag for the same reason. The biggest thing she had was her sunglasses case, and she couldn’t see that being much use. Then she looked down at her feet. The boots she was wearing had rather chunky heels on them. If she could hit the creature (the real one, not one of its six clones) with one of them, it might at least distract it enough for Max to regain the upper hand…
She unzipped one of her boots, stood up slowly so as not to attract attention, and took aim. Hoping that it would find its mark, she then lobbed it at the creature in the middle. She bit her lip as she watched it curve through the air and then fist-pumped as the heel of her boot made contact with the creature’s head. The impact knocked the creature forward and as its concentration was broken, the six copies shuddered and disappeared. Clara’s feeling of triumph was short-lived, however, when the creature turned itself on her and with a snarl, formed one of the blue orbs and sent it in her direction.
Well, that’s not exactly what Clara was hoping for. Good thing she’s got Max to look after her in the aftermath.
I’m going to wrap this up so that I can get onto reading others’ posts, and then do some betaing before bed. Catch y’all later!