(Reginald got into the story. He is the curse. And he is being smug. Even though he’s, like, the worst curse ever.)

Word Count: 57292

I totally copped out. It was great. Telling instead of showing because, as I said, I stopped feeling the story but still felt like I needed to write the end in some way. It is really just a series of notes, honestly, for what the end will be. But you know what it ending means?! It means IT IS OVER! For this story. Tomorrow, I make notes on what I want to change for the rewrite upon finishing it. And Tuesday, I get started on the next novel project, of which I will not be posting excerpts for probably, just lots of angst and Reginald. Or I will. Haven’t decided.

Miss B goes home and has to explain, along with Miss Carver, that they woke up in the room and had no idea what happened to them. Wil was happy to have her back and the kids went back to their own lives after that as much as they could, though they still talked in the halls and didn’t know what to make of anything they were doing.

The curse, as Miss B learnt, was not quite the sort of curse she had expected. Wil found it first, a bunny that they could see but no one else seemed to in cream and blue and brown that they named Reginald that hopped adorably about the apartment. And whenever Cassandra saw it, she got an idea for something. And another. And another. She eventually quit teaching to pursue a writing career with an odd dedication to her English tutoring group and someone named Reginald in her first book.

The end.

(I have hopefully done enough to appease Reginald. He will let me tell the ending instead of show it and it will end soon. Please?)

Word Count: 56535

GAH WHY WILL IT NOT END?! I am copping out on my writing at the end. I have made a deal with Reginald. It will be skipped over because too many things have been made apparent to me in the last 10,000 words that make so much of it irrelevant and nothing works anymore.

“What about you guys, how did you get out?”

“She kicked it in the head,” Tommy said. Darla gave him a look and he gave her one back. “We might not have time for this. They move a lot faster in here than they do out there. Space is decompressed. What are we doing? Where’s Rick?”

“Jerry’s still got him,” Addie said. “I kind of pissed him off.”

“Good,” Darla told her.

“And do we know how to get out of here?” Tommy asked again, keeping hie eyes out for anything that might be coming for them. The creatures lingered around outside of their area, but they didn’t seem to notice them there behind the while smoke trees.

(Reginald discovered snow today. It was cold getting him back in.)

Word Count: 54854

I really didn’t know how to approach this scene. my notes are kind of out the window at this point because so much has changed as I went through and wrote this one. So i figured, hey, why not let the villain talk for a while and tell me what’s been going on? Because I’d like to know. And he/she did. For over 1000 words.

Also, it’s snowing out and I may be getting a cold. Again.

“An explanation,” he said simply, looking between the two of them, still seeming to ponder what he’d do next. “I suppose. This vessel has no been entirely cooperative. I have been trapped in this half world far longer than I care to be. When i came, there was a man who worshipped me and his children, who feared me and this place that we were now trapped. He brought no offering, so I took it from him and his children for bringing me to this place, my servants only partial and needing the sustenance to being themselves into something that they could use to serve me. And they are like my children, so of course they fed first, though when they finished they were no at full strength and I was still as I am.

“And so they explored this world and found more to try and regain their strength so that they could serve me. This realm is small, but they continued to look for something to feed on. Still, what they found was so small, so little and barely enough to feed them. Still, they tried, taking all they could and trying to go stronger and bringing what they could to me. Though when they attempted to bring anything, it slipped through their poor fingers, so I was forced to attempt to find what I needed on my own.

“Though I did not know what I needed. A body, perhaps. Something to help me become strong enough to actually make me able to do anything at all. But then, what did I want? I did not want to stay here. I thought perhaps that I wanted to see the world that I had been attempted to brought into, so while my servants attempted to regain their strength, I left them to that and looked for a means to see this world that they wanted me to enter. And so I did, though a young woman named Ursula. I didn’t have the skill then to do much more than watch through her eyes, seeing that her fellows were still pining over the man who had given himself to me as a sacrifice all those years ago. I decided to put an end to that, creating another story to replace it and gifting her with it as my gift.

(Reginald is grooving and not being terribly helpful. Cute, though.)

Word Count: 52174

At last I have hit the end of the scene and things can switch to the climax! AT LAST! Which means now I can write the climax and denouement and then take my day or two off and then have fun with the next project. And yes, there is a next project after this one. Oh boy is there a next project. But enough of that, we finally get everyone knocked out and vanished in a classroom in an empty school!

“Jerry!” she said, looking back over to him and heading over to him to try and get him to look up. He did, though he looked unsurprised as Addie tried to explain. “Jerry, they fell asleep and they just vanished! And those things, they’re doing… I don’t know what they’re doing, but I think theres a circle around the celling that’s doing something to keep them out. We have to get out of here.”

“You didn’t take your shot,” Jerry muttered, not looking back, a strange smell coming from his bag.

“What?” Addie asked, backing away. Her voice was quiet and she had an incredibly bad feeling about this.

She didn’t move quick enough, though. Jerry turned and pounced on her, covering her nose and mouth with a cloth and holding it fast to her face while she tried to struggle against him. She didn’t understand what was going on. Jerry had been her friend for years. He’d never do this. There had to be an explanation.

“Sorry,” he muttered as her vision started to go black. “It’s the only way.”

(Reginald helped other people tonight.)

Word Count: 51059

I didn’t get much writing done at the write in this time around and only just got home, so I don’t see much more getting done tonight. Still, that might be because Reginald was helping other people and being stolen all night. It happens, I suppose.

The closer to the wing she got, the more she was certain they were walking into certain doom. They had no plan and were just going to do whatever came to mind. They’d prepared for a fight, but what were they going to do to make sure no one walked in on them? What if they didn’t figure out what it was they were supposed to do? Which room were they even going to use? None of these had answers and she had no idea how any of this was going to work.

But Tommy would have something, she assured herself. Jerry just wanted to go over to see what they were, she was certain, and see what had been troubling them all these years. He was far more interested in making first contact with a legitimate otherworldly being than anything else. Rick was just along for the ride, much like her, and was probably just here to watch their backs. Darla was only wanting these things dead and didn’t much care about a plan. But Tommy, surely Tommy had thought of something that they could do.

(Reginald and I celebrate with some cake and hot chocolate!)

Word Count: 50000

Exactly 50,000 words. EXACTLY. And it’s the last chapter before the climax hits, where they have the plan and are ready to go ahead and take these things down. Here’s the last bit before the end of the chapter, ending on word 50,000.

“I’ll get the door open,” he said, calm and as if it would be no problem at all. “I’m assuming we’re going to need to get into the school in order to pull any of this off, anyway.”

“How exactly are you planning on doing that?” Darla asked, curious about this new talent that her boyfriend didn’t tell her about before.

Tommy smiled down at her, mischievous and giving her back her earplugs with a casual air about him, looking unnaturally smug about the whole thing. “Oh, you know. There are ways of getting into all the schools in the area. How do you think so many mascots have gone missing over the years? And ended up in other schools instead of our own? Don’t you worry about it, it’s going to be pretty easy. Our locks are pretty bad.”

Tommy laughed a little and then he smiled.