NaNo Update 12/4/12
36307 words! \o/ (What? It's December? I hadn't noticed :P)
Even better, I have reached The End *victory dance* Of the prequel anyway, haven't even gotten to the actual thing I started writing in the first place. Sheesh, brain. Why u do thees to me? *pokes brain* I was thinking I'd be ending at about 30,000 words, but Barricade wanted to take a grand tour first, and then he got all wordy and sentimental on me towards the end.
Now, to go back and read all 70 pages (yikes!) and see what I've got.
Snippet!
“There,” First Aid said, his fingers gentle on Barricade’s arm again as Barricade’s engine gradually stopped racing, running last scans to make sure everything was in order. He deactivated the medical monitoring access link. “All set.”
Barricade deactivated the reciprocal link, noting as he did so that First Aid’s hands were still sending muted pain signals, though much better than they had been before. Guilt assailed him. When had the kid last gotten a break himself?
First Aid squinted a smile at him, catching the thought, his arms making a small movement as if to reach for Barricade again. “I’m ok. It’s all ok. Go.” Barricade turned abruptly and left. He suspected if he lingered any longer he might end up hugged.
“Um. Thank you,” he said, without turning around. “For everything.” He transformed and drove away, picking a road at random.
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Even better, I have reached The End *victory dance* Of the prequel anyway, haven't even gotten to the actual thing I started writing in the first place. Sheesh, brain. Why u do thees to me? *pokes brain* I was thinking I'd be ending at about 30,000 words, but Barricade wanted to take a grand tour first, and then he got all wordy and sentimental on me towards the end.
Now, to go back and read all 70 pages (yikes!) and see what I've got.
Snippet!
“There,” First Aid said, his fingers gentle on Barricade’s arm again as Barricade’s engine gradually stopped racing, running last scans to make sure everything was in order. He deactivated the medical monitoring access link. “All set.”
Barricade deactivated the reciprocal link, noting as he did so that First Aid’s hands were still sending muted pain signals, though much better than they had been before. Guilt assailed him. When had the kid last gotten a break himself?
First Aid squinted a smile at him, catching the thought, his arms making a small movement as if to reach for Barricade again. “I’m ok. It’s all ok. Go.” Barricade turned abruptly and left. He suspected if he lingered any longer he might end up hugged.
“Um. Thank you,” he said, without turning around. “For everything.” He transformed and drove away, picking a road at random.
This entry was originally posted at http://playswithworms.dreamwidth.org/87464.html. Please comment wherever you wish.