Meep meep
Okay - so I just hit 15k. This is probably nothing to be proud of and means I will burn out a lot faster than sensible people, but I got into a sort of...well...I don't know how to put it. It started out as a friendly offer and then turned into a weird sort of duel.
This guy messaged me on the nanosite and asked me if I wanted to be his writing buddy, so I said sure. The more the merrier.
I think his definition of 'writing buddy' and mine differed somewhat. You see, I thought a writing buddy was someone who would gee you along and occasionally wave an eyeball over your work and say 'Oh, that's fun' and you'd do the same for him, right?
Wrong. He took one look at my first day word count and bawled "CASUS BELLI! THIS IS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
Well. Okay. You can't say things like that to me. Especially if you're male. I don't know why but it awakes unholy instincts in me and I immediately regress to the age of eleven. And I'm not going to be outwritten by a boy.
So, he was chugging away at 3000ish the other day and I thought I'd get the jump on him. So I cranked it up to 10k and posted on the forum feeling pretty good about myself. Next thing later he's reached ten and a half thousand and is understandably Snoopy dancing about it.
So I said "Good job. This just got interesting." and toddled off to BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIS WORDCOUNT.
Yes, it's true. I am thirty four going on twelve.
I know he's going to hit me with 15k later tonight. I just have this gut feeling that this is what is going to happen, so I had best fuck off and get out another 2k so that I can utter a roadrunner-style meep meep and disappear in a dust cloud.
This guy messaged me on the nanosite and asked me if I wanted to be his writing buddy, so I said sure. The more the merrier.
I think his definition of 'writing buddy' and mine differed somewhat. You see, I thought a writing buddy was someone who would gee you along and occasionally wave an eyeball over your work and say 'Oh, that's fun' and you'd do the same for him, right?
Wrong. He took one look at my first day word count and bawled "CASUS BELLI! THIS IS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
Well. Okay. You can't say things like that to me. Especially if you're male. I don't know why but it awakes unholy instincts in me and I immediately regress to the age of eleven. And I'm not going to be outwritten by a boy.
So, he was chugging away at 3000ish the other day and I thought I'd get the jump on him. So I cranked it up to 10k and posted on the forum feeling pretty good about myself. Next thing later he's reached ten and a half thousand and is understandably Snoopy dancing about it.
So I said "Good job. This just got interesting." and toddled off to BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF HIS WORDCOUNT.
Yes, it's true. I am thirty four going on twelve.
I know he's going to hit me with 15k later tonight. I just have this gut feeling that this is what is going to happen, so I had best fuck off and get out another 2k so that I can utter a roadrunner-style meep meep and disappear in a dust cloud.