Abandoned my writing buddy when my eyeballs threatened to fall out of my head and roll across the floor and, more importantly, the superstrength ibuprofen wore off and my hands started to ache like they’d been hit with a hammer. Starting wordccount 13k. Final wordcount at the end of the day: 17,436
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When in trouble, kill a character. Kill 2, they’re small. Live on the wild side, kill a major character. a funeral is worth a thousand words
about 4 hours ago from web
16k words.many of ’em about travails of writing at coffeeshop. see also:people who let their spawn bang on the piano like liberace on crack
about 4 hours ago from web
received txt msg from WriMo who turned out to be sitting right behind me here at the coffee shop. wackiness.
about 4 hours ago from web
15,000 words. some of them coherent. most of them real.
about 4 hours ago from web
maybe I should quit writing and devote my life to roller derby
about 5 hours ago from web
NaNoWriMo update: 14,000 and counting.
about 6 hours ago from web
I gave up writing and dedicated my life to photographing roller derby for a while. Does that count? And I like the killing off in your excerpt ;)
I’ve discovered that a funeral is worth about 4,000 words. A wedding only about 2500. On the other hand that wedding was interupted by zombies, so that might have been part of the problem.