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NaNoWriMo.
I'm at 4135 words.
I wrote 3385 of those tonight.
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ghettopeach, orelle_peredhil, whoever else is local to me: we should meet up and write and have shenanigans. I want to get a whole lot written this weekend, so. Yes. Good times. I know an awesome froyo place around here.
I'm Kiaxet on the NaNo website. Friend me.
And I still need to 1. sleep off this cold and 2. go to work tomorrow, so I am going to bed. Further bulletins - about Halloween, aboutuniversejuice's visit, about everything - as events and time warrant.
Favorite lines of the night:
There was something wild, poetic, and utterly stupid about fighting in the rain. He’d heard people talk about stormy battles as though they were some great romantic thing, like the lightening crackling across the sky and the thunder rolling all around was some great majestic wonder and that it made the battle that much better. In truth, rainy fighting was wet and cold and completely miserable. If Terra summoned his armor, his visibility would be all but shot and he’d be heavier, making it that much more difficult to move over the soggy ground, so for now, he was without that extra layer of protection. The lightening arcing across the sky only made him even more aware of the fact that his Keyblade was long and made of metal and that he was inordinately fond of the overhead strike, which left it pointing up at the sky – if only for a split second – more often than not. The thunder was distracting every time it boomed and made listening for his opponent, which blended well into the high grasses and overcast gloom, that much more difficult. The rain was cold and made his clothes chafe and his weapon slippery, and it was only by the grace of God and a good pair of gauntlets that it hadn’t gone flying out of his grasp already. In short, no matter how much poets and swooning girls seemed to love it, fighting in the rain sucked.
I'm at 4135 words.
I wrote 3385 of those tonight.
ghettopeach, orelle_peredhil, whoever else is local to me: we should meet up and write and have shenanigans. I want to get a whole lot written this weekend, so. Yes. Good times. I know an awesome froyo place around here.I'm Kiaxet on the NaNo website. Friend me.
And I still need to 1. sleep off this cold and 2. go to work tomorrow, so I am going to bed. Further bulletins - about Halloween, about
universejuice's visit, about everything - as events and time warrant.Favorite lines of the night:
There was something wild, poetic, and utterly stupid about fighting in the rain. He’d heard people talk about stormy battles as though they were some great romantic thing, like the lightening crackling across the sky and the thunder rolling all around was some great majestic wonder and that it made the battle that much better. In truth, rainy fighting was wet and cold and completely miserable. If Terra summoned his armor, his visibility would be all but shot and he’d be heavier, making it that much more difficult to move over the soggy ground, so for now, he was without that extra layer of protection. The lightening arcing across the sky only made him even more aware of the fact that his Keyblade was long and made of metal and that he was inordinately fond of the overhead strike, which left it pointing up at the sky – if only for a split second – more often than not. The thunder was distracting every time it boomed and made listening for his opponent, which blended well into the high grasses and overcast gloom, that much more difficult. The rain was cold and made his clothes chafe and his weapon slippery, and it was only by the grace of God and a good pair of gauntlets that it hadn’t gone flying out of his grasp already. In short, no matter how much poets and swooning girls seemed to love it, fighting in the rain sucked.
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Are you having trouble thinking of plot things or just putting them into action? Because I will gladly bounce ideas around with you whenever you're free. I will see what I can do about coming after work - usually I need time to decompress before I get going, and that tends to involve a shower and keeling over on the futon like a lazy person. As it is, I'm trying not to go out too much until I get over this cold, since I'd rather not get everyone doing NaNo sick too.
Are you interested in doing any write-ins? Because I know someone's hosting one near me, and I'm going to try to host one on (possibly) Wednesday nights at this nice little froyo place near the apartment.
Also! I'm doing an AIM chat that's probably going to be nightly with other NaNo people. The chat name is oshinano, and we tend to word war and commiserate by turns. You and Matt are both welcome to pop in - I think I'll start it at around 8 tonight.