In Which My NaNo Sucks
So, I'm done.
Sort of.
I'm probably going to go in later and give everybody last names that they are always referred to by, just to get my wordcount up, because I am so freaking sick of this story. Seriously. It's become deathly dull and mostly consists of people walking around and thinking. I threw some zombies into the story in an attempt to make something happen, but half the characters decided they couldn't be bothered and decided to run away.
Which wasn't so difficult, because they were on horses and the zombies were of the slow variety.
Ah well.
And also, because I'm mental, I've ordered a Rahm Emanuel t-shirt off the internets.
And I'm back at school. What fun.
Sort of.
I'm probably going to go in later and give everybody last names that they are always referred to by, just to get my wordcount up, because I am so freaking sick of this story. Seriously. It's become deathly dull and mostly consists of people walking around and thinking. I threw some zombies into the story in an attempt to make something happen, but half the characters decided they couldn't be bothered and decided to run away.
Which wasn't so difficult, because they were on horses and the zombies were of the slow variety.
Ah well.
And also, because I'm mental, I've ordered a Rahm Emanuel t-shirt off the internets.
And I'm back at school. What fun.