12/4

So, content wise, I'm approximately halfway through Chapter 28... Maybe a little more. But I usually get a lot of writing done on Sundays, so that should be good.
Also, I decided I wanted to read Donna/Lathe fanfiction the other day... before I remembered that I invented them both and there IS no fanfiction for them. Damn it.

Here's a big old snippet from the chapter:

In an unexpected ending to the strangest thirty-six hour period of her life, Lily found herself sliding her feet into her brown high-heeled sandals. There was no hope for her hair, so she pulled it into a single plait, which she hung over her right shoulder and tied with navy ribbon. She brushed a light dusting of blue powder on her eyelids, applying a veneer of pink lipstick over her chapped lips and enough ivory concealer to fill in the imperfections on her face, incurred through the last day and a half of madness. She felt odd, blinking her eyelashes over the mascara brush and surveying the finished product in the looking glass: her flower patterned navy blue peasant dress (which revealed two thirds of the legs she had shaved only minutes before), the gold bangles that hung on her arms (half concealing bruises from that stupid door), and the large hoop earrings she had worn to Petunia’s wedding (an eternal five weeks prior). Yes, it was an odd sight indeed. The unmistakable air of exhaustion (exhilarated, excited, proud exhaustion) that presented itself in her mirror image was the only clue that the last thirty-six hours were anything more than an unusual dream.

Love you all
Cheers,
Jules