I'm moving my word-count posts to Bart's
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506 words tonight.  Mostly a bunch of fifteen-year-olds standing behind a house playing with lumps of clay.

Meme time!

lauradise got it from garunya, who got it from jenwrites, who got it from morgan_dhu.  (I blame poor personal hygiene.)

1. Leave me a casual comment of no particular significance, like a lyric to your current favorite song, or your favorite kind of sandwich, maybe your ( Read more... )

843 words tonight, without hardly trying.  I love it when it goes like that.  I'm finally out of the exposition, which will, i think, be as boring to read as it was to write.  I look forward to massacring it mercilessly.  But later!  For now, onward!

One thing I am worrying about is what's going to happen to my writing when Adam gets back.  I have ( Read more... )

583 words today.  Mainly more exposition, but I seem to have gotten to the end of it (and thank you for all your advice on that count!).  The next session should be exciting.  Unless I'm mistaken, there will be pottery involved.

I learned something surprising today, which is that nobody in the world can tell what this userpic is a picture of.  My ( Read more... )

599 words tonight.  That's a bit more like it.  It was 599 words of exposition, though, which makes me a little twitchy.  Is there any way I can avoid this big chunk of exposition?  Do I need to?  This is the situation:

Two strangers pull Ravi through a door into their world.  There is some running about and excitement.  Once things settle down:
Ravi ( Read more... )

Tonight: 316 words, plus some outlining.  Um... okay.  Hopefully tomorrow I'll be back up to full speed.  And already I can see that my protagonist isn't going to fall in love with who I wanted him to.  Grmghrm.

Five days until my boyfriend comes back!  Living by myself in a strange town has lost its novelty, oddly enough.  I need human contact with ( Read more... )

Just back from the VPX reunion, and I wish it hadn't gone so quickly!  It was wonderful to see everyone (or some small subset of everyone) again.  So here's my shiny new journal, created in a fit of must-stay-in-touch.  This is my second LJ; the first is haunted by the ghost of my high-school self, who floats through years of archives moaning about ( Read more... )