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***Recently I wrote an entry on being nice to people where I related an experience I had at a con where an author whose work I admired turned out to not be a particularly nice person ( Read more... )

At 51,780 words my NaNo novel is complete ( Read more... )

50,000 words + complete -- now wrapping things up.

Less than 1500 words until I'm done.

These are the last 2,000 words.

I have about 4,500 words left. See that? That's a short story.

Onward ho!

I'm into the home stretch. Less than 7,000 words to write now.

And all I want to do is take a shower and curl up in a warm, cushy spot with some ginger tea and read a good book. Or watch really mind-numbing TV; my mind is already sufficiently numb, so I'd totally cope.

10,653 words yesterday. I have thousands upon thousands to write today.

My Mountain Dew and brownie diet can't last. I ate a real breakfast today, which will certainly carry me through the day.

The house is under writing quarantine, and I'm here with my laptop, ready to produce.

I'm kind of sick of sitting, but it's 11:51 p.m., and kind of late to take a walk. And chilly. (I do live in the mountains, after all.)

After this writing run, I'm going to have to sit on a pillow for the next six months, guaranteed.

By the way, I'm at 26,227 words, so I've written about 10,0001 words since I started about 3:45 p.m. this ( Read more... )

I am at fifty percent, and it feels good. I'm not worn out yet.

I took some breaks to sort music and bake1 and chat about books with chris_reynaga and listen to nihilistic_kid 's most recent composition hot off his grimy little keyboard (it's fabulously hilarious, by the way) and generally distract myself from this year's novel in ways I could and could not justify ( Read more... )