I can't seem to get moving this morning. I'm so tired I keep forgetting where I am, or what I'm doing here. This is bad ( Read more... )

Somehow, I did. It was fun and exhausting and sometimes really, really stressful, but I did it. By next year I might even be ready to do it again.

My final word count before 11:59 last night was 67,780. Which means I finally caught up, then passed, bohemienne. Gotcha, sis ( Read more... )

I have four days now to finish the novel. Yeah, right. But I'll have fun trying. (And just to put this into perspective, kittybot, this is way more complicated than that gigantic RP plotline I've been writing almost singlehandedly for about two years now, and you know how many large groups of words have been involved in that so far ( Read more... )

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I've been up since 10:00 (bloody neighbors just had to have that loud conversation right below my window, didn't they? ugh) but I haven't really gotten a lot done. I guess I'm getting lazy.

Ten days left in NaNoWriMo, and I know I'm going to hit the 50K. I'm at 48-something now; I can hit 50 in ten days, no problem. I don't know that the book ( Read more... )

I see the moon through the leaning pine trees and bits of cloud, walking to the apartment from the garage (having just come home from seeing Matrix Revoloutions), and for a moment it looks the way that it used to, the way that I'm used to seeing it. For a moment I can forget that there are differences now, that everything is different now. For a ( Read more... )

I love winter. Especally when we've just had our coldest night to date, the cold refuses to fade in the morning, and all the cool objects in my winter wardrobe have been outgrown. Or most of them have. Eventually I'll get to the point where I remember you can look good and not freeze, but right now it's just, "cold...grab...nearest...warm...item ( Read more... )

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