I didn't write at all today, since I wasn't home most of the day, and when I was home, I took a long nap. I did write a bit yesterday, but I never got around to sharing what I wrote. Yesterday I brought my word count to 15,089. I'm about 3k behind where I should be. Not terrible, but not great. I hope I can make up some word count this week.
Here's an excerpt from what I wrote yesterday:
Hours later found them still in the desert, but
this time in Arizona.
“Seriously, I’m pretty sure most of this country is
nothing but dirt,” Declan complained.
“We have seen a lot of dirt in the past three days,”
Bernadette agreed.
“I mean, I love rocks and stuff, but this is getting
kind of ridiculous,” Declan said.
“But don’t you think it’s kind of cool that each
state’s desert has been different from the other?”
Declan stopped and thought about it. It was true.
The color of the dirt was different from the state before. You would
think he was crazy for being able to identify the color of the sand, and tell
that one beige-brown was different from another beige brown, but when you
crossed a state line, you could really see the difference. And in addition, each desert had it’s own
kind of desert vegetation. Texas had
more rocks than vegetation. New Mexico
had little shrubby bushes that didn’t grow very tall. Arizona had cacti. Like honest to goodness cacti. Declan squealed slightly at the sight of the
cacti at first.
“Okay, I’ll admit that the differing in the desert
is kind of cool. But I can’t wait until
the part of the trip when we’re driving through forests and meadows and green.”
Bernadette laughed. “It will be a nice change,
that’s for sure. Too bad after we leave
my parents we still have Nevada and Utah to drive through.”
“That’s true, but at least that’s just one and half
days. Then we’re in Wyoming and
Yellowstone and that’s trees and green.”
“And cooler,” Bernadette said.
“Yes, definitely cooler.”
They weren’t positive what the temperature outside
the car was, all they knew was it was hot enough to make the inside of the car
feel like an oven. They had the air
conditioner blasting as high as they could make it, yet it wasn’t helping cool
the car down at all. They were sweating
as they drove down the highway.
“I can’t wait for the sun to go down,” Bernadette
said, trying fruitlessly to make the air conditioner feel cooler than it
actually was.
“Me too. I
know we usually hate driving in the dark, but you would have to think that if
the sun went down, the air would cool down, and make it feel better in the
car.”
“That’s my theory at least,” Bernadette said.
“I’m getting hungry,” Declan said. “When should we stop for dinner?”
Bernadette shrugged. “Do you think there’s In-N-Out
in Arizona?” she asked.
Declan’s eyes lit up. “I hope so! Text your dad,
maybe he’ll know.”
Bernadette reached for her phone, and ignored all of
the texts from George. She still wasn’t
responding to him. After the almost fight she had with Declan, she really
didn’t want to talk to George. She
texted her dad and waited. After a minute, her phone buzzed.
“He says there are three on our route in Tucson,
right on the highway,” Bernadette answered. “How far from Tucson are we?”
They waited a few minutes until they passed a green
sign.
“Three hours,” Declan answered. “We’re three hours
from Tucson.”
“Do you want to wait
that long? Or do you want to stop and get something?”
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