- Location:At the beginning
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:Stevie Nicks - Crystal
So far today my chick has become a jeweler and my dude has joined a secret society. I mean, really. Is it too much to ask for a little advance warning about these things?
- Mood:
creative
Happy Halloween, and also Nanowrimo!!
Ah yes, its that time of year again. Today was the last day of freedom before the insanity that is Nano. Goodluck to all who are participating.
Ah yes, its that time of year again. Today was the last day of freedom before the insanity that is Nano. Goodluck to all who are participating.
- Location:Desk
- Mood:
excited
So, it's been a crazy week. I started a new job, I took the GRE... I've been busy, so I haven't made a whole lot of progress, but I'm going to catch up! I know it! So, here's where I am now.
I'm only 5,213 words behind!! Let us pray, Dear Nano Gods, please bless Vix626 with sudden plot inspiration, cooperative characters, and the time to write in.
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6,456 / 50,000 (12.9%) |
I'm only 5,213 words behind!! Let us pray, Dear Nano Gods, please bless Vix626 with sudden plot inspiration, cooperative characters, and the time to write in.
- Mood:
determined
So, last night I had a crazy dream. I was a cyborg, and so were all of my friends and family. Most people seemed to be cyborgs. Anyway, you couldn't tell by looking at someone whether they were a cyborg or not, and no one really cared. Then the government sent out these huge robots (ala X-Men Sentinels except, no purple) to kill all the cyborgs because they were afraid of us. It turned out to be very violent and bloody, with me trying to keep everyone safe and defeat the robots. There was fire, explosions, screaming people, death, destruction, and general mayhem.
It was very graphic.
When I woke up my very first thought was that would make such a great Nano plot! The hazards of writing I guess. Everything becomes material for the muse.
It was very graphic.
When I woke up my very first thought was that would make such a great Nano plot! The hazards of writing I guess. Everything becomes material for the muse.
- Location:Home
- Mood:
creative - Music:Mat Kearney - Girl America
