Feels like a bit of a liberty, 10 weeks to write as much as you can and here's another exercise too. Week 3 not good, 500 words but with some additional support at work this week hopefully I can get my hours back to normal and get on with it. It feels so exciting to have begun and, even though I'm not that happy with what's done thus far, it's great to be able to leave it in draft and move onto another part of the book. However, today has an exercise so let's on with it.....
Exercise 12 - write another incident, this time where your main character wakes up in the middle of the night.
I sit up. My head's pounding. It feels like a stick is beating my forehead from the inside, trying to break out. I move to stand up; can't and sit back down again, lying back against the sofa. My stomach lurches; I can feel it rise up towards my throat. I close my mouth and swallow, my eyes slowly shutting. I open them again and lean forward, the floor starts to spin beneath me and I rest my head against my knees, shutting my eyes tightly. "Slowly, slowly", I whisper as my throat begins to burn. My tongue grates against the top of my mouth as I swallow again, more deeply this time. I lick my teeth and frown. The pounding is louder now, several sticks beating together; one two, one two. I hold my head in my hands, trying to hold it together and stand up. My whole body aches, I attempt a stretch but stop when I feel the contents of my stomach rising again. My calves are so tight, I struggle to move my feet. I reach to the sofa for support and crash back into it. My stomach can wait no more.
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