Ten pages a day for 5 days = 50 pages. Now, 2 more repetitions. I can do this, even if I am one of the least disciplined, most gumption-challenged people I know! I'm not sure I have a choice, cause this stuff's coming out one way or another. I'm just trying to direct the spray from the fire hose. Here's a small beagle piece:
Machris hears Kyle Adams’s Subaru pull up. There’s a dinging sound, then a car door closes, followed by a second car door closing, and soon she hears Adams opening the back door that leads directly to the back office part of the wilderness information center, where the rangers are settling at the table. Machris hears a scrabbling sound of toenails on tile, and yelps, “Oh no!” as the neighbor’s beagle runs at full speed into the room, makes two giant circles, then follows Adams into his office. Adams sets his day pack down and pats the dog’s head.
“Don’t encourage her,” says Machris, running at the dog, clapping her hands. “Shoo!” The beagle promptly cowers and piddles on the carpet, as usual, at Adams’s feet. “Ugh! Dog!” Machris exclaims, chasing the slinking dog out the back door and slamming it shut.
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