to reach too high, too far, too soon
I am caught up on my NaNo.
This is actually a Big Freaking Deal, since I spent most of last week freaking out about final projects for my fall classes and thus got no writing at all done between Tuesday and Friday. (I got the first two done in time; the last two are due this week.) I went to Starbucks tonight and wrote for three hours or so. I added almost six thousand words. This is both good and bad.
Pro: My main character finally got his kiss!
Con: It was with the wrong person. >_< (He can explain! Really! Not that he has any reason to, because his love interest is "so far back in the closet he could apply for Narnian citizenship," but he'll explain anyway because he worries a lot and also explanations = word count.)
Pro: There was a zombie game!
Con: Innocent fauna suffered. Observe:
[the zombie game involves humans using Nerf darts with phosphorescent paint to "tag" zombies before they can touch a human player and turn him]
Movement across the green caught Jamie's eye in the darkness. He tracked it, aimed, and fired. There was a faint, startled sound, and a tiny phosphorescent dot scrambled across the ground and up into a tree.
"Uh," Jamie said. "I think I just shot a squirrel."
"Was it a zombie squirrel?"
"...Yes?"
"Then okay."
...Yeah, my story is kind of weird. Athens, Ohio: Where the zombies aren't real--but the werewolves are. :D
This is actually a Big Freaking Deal, since I spent most of last week freaking out about final projects for my fall classes and thus got no writing at all done between Tuesday and Friday. (I got the first two done in time; the last two are due this week.) I went to Starbucks tonight and wrote for three hours or so. I added almost six thousand words. This is both good and bad.
Pro: My main character finally got his kiss!
Con: It was with the wrong person. >_< (He can explain! Really! Not that he has any reason to, because his love interest is "so far back in the closet he could apply for Narnian citizenship," but he'll explain anyway because he worries a lot and also explanations = word count.)
Pro: There was a zombie game!
Con: Innocent fauna suffered. Observe:
[the zombie game involves humans using Nerf darts with phosphorescent paint to "tag" zombies before they can touch a human player and turn him]
Movement across the green caught Jamie's eye in the darkness. He tracked it, aimed, and fired. There was a faint, startled sound, and a tiny phosphorescent dot scrambled across the ground and up into a tree.
"Uh," Jamie said. "I think I just shot a squirrel."
"Was it a zombie squirrel?"
"...Yes?"
"Then okay."
...Yeah, my story is kind of weird. Athens, Ohio: Where the zombies aren't real--but the werewolves are. :D