I am so tired o_o
NaNoWriMo.
I'm at 4135 words.
I wrote 3385 of those tonight.
ghettopeach, orelle_peredhil, whoever else is local to me: we should meet up and write and have shenanigans. I want to get a whole lot written this weekend, so. Yes. Good times. I know an awesome froyo place around here.
I'm Kiaxet on the NaNo website. Friend me.
And I still need to 1. sleep off this cold and 2. go to work tomorrow, so I am going to bed. Further bulletins - about Halloween, about universejuice's visit, about everything - as events and time warrant.
Favorite lines of the night:
There was something wild, poetic, and utterly stupid about fighting in the rain. He’d heard people talk about stormy battles as though they were some great romantic thing, like the lightening crackling across the sky and the thunder rolling all around was some great majestic wonder and that it made the battle that much better. In truth, rainy fighting was wet and cold and completely miserable. If Terra summoned his armor, his visibility would be all but shot and he’d be heavier, making it that much more difficult to move over the soggy ground, so for now, he was without that extra layer of protection. The lightening arcing across the sky only made him even more aware of the fact that his Keyblade was long and made of metal and that he was inordinately fond of the overhead strike, which left it pointing up at the sky - if only for a split second - more often than not. The thunder was distracting every time it boomed and made listening for his opponent, which blended well into the high grasses and overcast gloom, that much more difficult. The rain was cold and made his clothes chafe and his weapon slippery, and it was only by the grace of God and a good pair of gauntlets that it hadn’t gone flying out of his grasp already. In short, no matter how much poets and swooning girls seemed to love it, fighting in the rain sucked.
I'm at 4135 words.
I wrote 3385 of those tonight.
ghettopeach, orelle_peredhil, whoever else is local to me: we should meet up and write and have shenanigans. I want to get a whole lot written this weekend, so. Yes. Good times. I know an awesome froyo place around here.
I'm Kiaxet on the NaNo website. Friend me.
And I still need to 1. sleep off this cold and 2. go to work tomorrow, so I am going to bed. Further bulletins - about Halloween, about universejuice's visit, about everything - as events and time warrant.
Favorite lines of the night:
There was something wild, poetic, and utterly stupid about fighting in the rain. He’d heard people talk about stormy battles as though they were some great romantic thing, like the lightening crackling across the sky and the thunder rolling all around was some great majestic wonder and that it made the battle that much better. In truth, rainy fighting was wet and cold and completely miserable. If Terra summoned his armor, his visibility would be all but shot and he’d be heavier, making it that much more difficult to move over the soggy ground, so for now, he was without that extra layer of protection. The lightening arcing across the sky only made him even more aware of the fact that his Keyblade was long and made of metal and that he was inordinately fond of the overhead strike, which left it pointing up at the sky - if only for a split second - more often than not. The thunder was distracting every time it boomed and made listening for his opponent, which blended well into the high grasses and overcast gloom, that much more difficult. The rain was cold and made his clothes chafe and his weapon slippery, and it was only by the grace of God and a good pair of gauntlets that it hadn’t gone flying out of his grasp already. In short, no matter how much poets and swooning girls seemed to love it, fighting in the rain sucked.