I am defeated. Wrote only 4K words today. Ahhh! Then fell off my feet for a nap. Anyway. That's 24K words so far over 4 days, 1/4 of the 1st Draft of CORNERS written. As usual, below is an excerpt from today's writing.
“We found you!”
“No, we found you!”
While they were deciding who found whom and how, the caterpillar observed them through ringlets of smoke. At last, it took the hookah out of its mouth and said, “There are four of you.”
“Four of who?” Said Bells without thinking, then she tried to remember what was it exactly Alice said to the caterpillar and how the caterpillar responded.
“No, there is one of each of us, but there are four of us together.” Said Peacock with a grin. Bells frowned. He winked at her.
The caterpillar appeared confused. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t mean, I say, and I’m not mean, but what I do mean, I mean, I don’t mean anything, what I do say is there are four of us, but when you say “you”, you address all of us, but you can’t do that because each of us is one.” He finished with a triumphant bow.
Grand looked at Rusty who shrugged his shoulders. They both stared at Bells who shook her head, hoping it would help her understand what Peacock said.
“The one is only you,” said the caterpillar to Peacock, “but you are not alone. There are four of you.”
“There are four of us,” stressed Peacock, “but there is only one of me.”
“I’m not talking about me,” replied the caterpillar, “I’m talking about you.”
Now Peacock looked confused.
“That is so cool!” Rusty jumped and clapped his hands. “Peacock, you’re so smart! I knew you’re smart! I knew it, I knew it!”
“What is that it you’re talking about?” Inquired the caterpillar.
“Uh...” Rusty snapped his fingers, trying to come up with an answer. He even tried snorting. Nothing helped. He blankly stared around.
Grand shifted uneasily from foot to foot. “I’m hungry.”
“Dude, do you always have to spoil the fun?” Peacock passed a hand through his hair, feeling quite like himself again, away from the frozen lake and scorching desert and Red Death and Bluebeard and elephant-eating birds. This place was fun. They could maybe meet the Cheshire cat, and maybe have tea with the Mad Hatter. At this thought his stomach rumbled.
“You’re hungry too.” Stated Grand.
“Me too! Me too!” Rusty jumped.
“How rude!” The caterpillar scoffed, took the hookah out of its mouth, slid into the grass and crawled away.