Nov 29, 2009 20:34
As I lay in bed yesterday I realized that I was starving to write something dark, serious and probably disturbing again. I wanted mental illnesses, suicide, homicide, torture, rape, anything that makes you weep and hate and ask yourself why you're in this world.
-.-° My mind is a scary place sometimes...
In short I wrote over 50.000 words of love, peace, freedom and the only real problem in there were the ones about the relationship which don't count. I even invented a miscarriage and then it went on completely off-screen and you only got told about it. I suck so much.
Now the main message of the day: I AM FINISHED!
boss: How does it feel?
me: IT FEELS FUCKING BRILLIANT! Let me tell you that.
I wanted to bounce through the complete house but that would have hurt in my current condition.
Now I've got 52.216 fucking words on paper (or rather screen) in 67 fucking pages. That are thrice as much sheets as I've ever written before for one story and it's exactly four times as many words as my current longest story!
fuck, I feel like I could conqueer (*lol*) the world. And I need to keep myself from reading it again for at least one week.
For now I have a few other projects in mind.
*bounces away*
Edit: I can finally change my Icon again. *sighs* Nobody needs to shout at me anymore. But I appreciate it from everyone who did it in the last month! *gives out free hugs for everyone*
nanowrimo,
slash,
writing,
challenge