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I'm so freak'in tired of writing. Why am a doing NaNo? Because mom said she'd kill me if I didn't...no, no, can't blame it on mom, sigh. The whole story needs to be re-written, my hands feel numb, my coffee is cold!
Okay. The bright side of things. The silver lining...what does that even mean?!
Got a plot...sort of. Got characters, even if they are disobedient. Got cute male characters...
Don't look that way, they are cute! Maybe too cute, maybe one of them needs a mole, or a hideous scar, or a third nipple...who's going to see their chest to know that though? This is like Medieval Ages, you can't rip your shirt off, this isn't a trashy dollar store book...or is it?
Can I just copy this and add it to my word count? *Evil laugh* No, can't do that. They have eyes everywhere, they'd know. I feel so random.
I'M SO TIRED OF WRITING.
But I'm still typing. Because I can't stop, coffee is kicking in. SOMEONE HELP ME!!! NO ONE IS DOING NANO WITH ME! DO YOU FEEL MY PAIN??? IT HURRRRTTTSSSS!
I can't spell anymore. My spell check is broke, I have to copy what I've written, fix it in a different document and then put it back when the mistakes are fixed. How wrong is that?
I'll go chop some onions, then I can blubber and blame it on them. I have no need to chop onions...I'm not even hungry. Although I'm so empty on the inside, *wail*
I should have written a humor novel, or a drama. But nooo, fantasy was calling. Stupid fantasy. Need more coffee but the creamer is gone. I have to use the powdered stuff and Pumpkin Spice tastes weird with French Vanilly.
I need a hug.
Okay. The bright side of things. The silver lining...what does that even mean?!
Got a plot...sort of. Got characters, even if they are disobedient. Got cute male characters...
Don't look that way, they are cute! Maybe too cute, maybe one of them needs a mole, or a hideous scar, or a third nipple...who's going to see their chest to know that though? This is like Medieval Ages, you can't rip your shirt off, this isn't a trashy dollar store book...or is it?
Can I just copy this and add it to my word count? *Evil laugh* No, can't do that. They have eyes everywhere, they'd know. I feel so random.
I'M SO TIRED OF WRITING.
But I'm still typing. Because I can't stop, coffee is kicking in. SOMEONE HELP ME!!! NO ONE IS DOING NANO WITH ME! DO YOU FEEL MY PAIN??? IT HURRRRTTTSSSS!
I can't spell anymore. My spell check is broke, I have to copy what I've written, fix it in a different document and then put it back when the mistakes are fixed. How wrong is that?
I'll go chop some onions, then I can blubber and blame it on them. I have no need to chop onions...I'm not even hungry. Although I'm so empty on the inside, *wail*
I should have written a humor novel, or a drama. But nooo, fantasy was calling. Stupid fantasy. Need more coffee but the creamer is gone. I have to use the powdered stuff and Pumpkin Spice tastes weird with French Vanilly.
I need a hug.