Accountability Post for Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Ahaha, sorry if any of you saw this when I misposted it to my own journal. Let's try this again:
This is the accountability post for Wednesday, April 23, 2008!
In the comments please post:
This is the accountability post for Wednesday, April 23, 2008!
In the comments please post:
- your LJ name
- your goal for the day
- your actual word count for the day
- if you want: a snippet of what you wrote
Comments 19
Goal for the day: 2,000
Actual word count: 2,200!!
Snipsy:
Jensen gives Jared one of his old, worn shirts to sleep in, and Jared strips down to just that and his boxers. "Y'know, you can still sleep naked if you want to," he laughs, "I don't really mind."
Jensen cocks an eyebrow. "And what makes you think that I sleep naked?"
"I don't, I was just kind of hoping?" Jared shrugs. Jensen kicks off his shoes, steps out of his socks and starts unbuckling his belt.
"But then I'd be the only naked one."
I AM GETTING SO DAMN CLOSE!! :D
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Goal for the day: 2,000
Actual word count: 1,500
Snip:
"Fuck you," she murmured, dry as dust. "Fuck you, you suspicious jealous bastard. You might as well kill me without proof because if you're searching for evidence I..." She couldn't even seem to say the words. "You might as well kill me now," she said again, swallowing and leaning back against the seat.
Merrick shrugged, unmoved but thoughtful.
"Perhaps. I haven't decided yet," he said briskly, opening the door and stepping out onto the tarmac. "Make sure they stay inside," he told the driver and slammed the door.
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Goal for the day: 2,000
Actual wordcount: 400
Snippet:
“I thought I threw out your copy of Boiler Room,” Jensen said.
“Dude,” Jared said. “Vin Diesel movies exist under a different set of scientific principles. Whenever you throw one out, a new one grows in its place.”
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Goal for the day: 2,000
Actual word count: 2,301
Snippet: *vagues it up omg*
The vending machines outside are busted and creak noisily, like they’re in need of oil, unbearably slow in releasing junk food and candy bars. Sam stocks up, goes to the convenience store down the block too, but she isn’t left satisfied, empty food in her stomach and empty plastic bags on the bed afterwards.
There’s nothing on the television, and nothing in her research, hitting a wall that threatens to tip over and overtake her, that has her slamming the laptop shut angrily. Great, break the fucking thing, that’ll really help with research.
Dean’s only been gone for two hours, and Sam feels like she’s slipping, this growing frustration that she can’t point out. An anger that she can’t expel, can’t vent, because Dean’s not there. Dean isn’t coming back, not during something like this, an opportunity like this.
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MOAR TODAY. WITH BOYPARTS THIS TIME OMG. \o/
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