Day Five
Remember yesterday's prediction? Well, it happened. In spades. I think I can feel my brain melting from crunching things into a database for six hours. Ow ow ow. And I'm still not done. You see, Kim who was supposed to show me what to do, lovely lovely Kim who is getting an eraser from me for winter because of this, didn't show up until 11. This meant that I got a very late start on a very headache-inducing project and, thus, had no time to write. Tomorrow will hopefully be better.
So, what I did, was I rushed home and somehow managed to squish myself into writing. Sort of. I'm pretty sure I have an entire scene that has no point other than Jan being catty and Steve being broody. Oh, and a half-scene where I may be falling in love with a taxi driver. >>;
Totals are not the love they could have been. 13,364 is the new total word count, means I only wrote 1,329 words. However, the total due by the 8th is 13,336, so I managed to break that open.
I need sleep. @.@ Except, only one, but nothing exciting was written today, so I warn you: don't expect much.
YOU'LL SEE WHAT I DID HERE. Well, some of you. >.> /shame Because it was as much a tourist attraction as an airport, New Sky Harbor had a design that could only be called "Southwest". Everything was done in white stucco, daubed to look like adobe, and random cattle skulls dotted the displays. Shadows of tired cowboys and dispirited horses lined murals done all in blinding shades of red and purple around the baggage claim. There was even a cactus garden in the smoking area, complete with Christmas lights. It was probably the least tasteful thing Steve had ever seen.
Crossposted to Dreamwidths ohnoz!
So, what I did, was I rushed home and somehow managed to squish myself into writing. Sort of. I'm pretty sure I have an entire scene that has no point other than Jan being catty and Steve being broody. Oh, and a half-scene where I may be falling in love with a taxi driver. >>;
Totals are not the love they could have been. 13,364 is the new total word count, means I only wrote 1,329 words. However, the total due by the 8th is 13,336, so I managed to break that open.
I need sleep. @.@ Except, only one, but nothing exciting was written today, so I warn you: don't expect much.
YOU'LL SEE WHAT I DID HERE. Well, some of you. >.> /shame Because it was as much a tourist attraction as an airport, New Sky Harbor had a design that could only be called "Southwest". Everything was done in white stucco, daubed to look like adobe, and random cattle skulls dotted the displays. Shadows of tired cowboys and dispirited horses lined murals done all in blinding shades of red and purple around the baggage claim. There was even a cactus garden in the smoking area, complete with Christmas lights. It was probably the least tasteful thing Steve had ever seen.
Crossposted to Dreamwidths ohnoz!