Warning: NaNoWriMo novelist is in session. Trespassers will be reborn as the inspiration for an ugly and evil race of horrifically disfigured beings and/or the villain.
So... being dead gives my creativity a boost and allows my fingers to type with blinding speed? Something like that. Or something. 'Cause, ah, I've jumped up by... 7000 words. I would say I'm sorry, Fredji, but I'm not really.
I suppose that almost makes up for the fact that I didn't write at all for three days straight.
Honestly, I don't really know what happened. It was well documented that I was dying - I said so several times, and several people saw me, including my father who was rather concerned - and yet now I'm sitting here, perfectly fine, and only stopping the mad typing because I really need to get up early tomorrow. I do kinda want to pass Spanish.
Which reminds me that I haven't done that interview that's due tomorrow. Which reminds me that I need to get that letter to that one person. Urg.
Let me tell you, pretending I'd never written all that romance and giving the theater department a certain fondness for laser tag has done wonders to my word count.
Days left of NaNo: 17
Word count: 38294
Donations: $15
3 comments:
Drg. If today hadn't been packed full, I still would be ahead of you. Mark my words! :D
Who are your villains and may one be named after me?
I think I know why you were dying. Just look at your avatar! ;D
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