I blame Victoria for this:
I laughed so hard I cried the first time I watched it. And thus, I share it with you.
On to the important stuff!
1. Finish Buzz stuff by November 12.
Movies are done. Weird news is 3/4 of the way done, and the TV notes are about halfway done. With any luck, I will finish them before or at the write-in tonight.
2. Write 50,000 words in November.
Minimum word count for November 11: 18,333/50,000
My word count: 18,481/50,000
Adventures in NaNoing: For the second week in a row, I didn’t go to bed till almost 2:30 Saturday morning (because I’m dumb), which meant as soon as I got back from the write-in at the library (which was Saturday afternoon), I fell sound asleep for three solid hours. Fortunately, THIS week I don’t have something on Friday night, so I should be able to get to bed at a decent hour for once.
(Yes, you can all laugh at me next week when it turns out I didn’t go to bed until 3 a.m.)
The writing itself has been off and on; between work and other obligations, I haven’t had much opportunity to write outside of the write-ins. Writing every single day isn’t as important to me this year as it was last year. Then, I had to get myself in the habit of it because I hadn’t been able to work on anything consistently for most of 2011.
This year, I’ve finished a third draft of a novel and started on the fourth draft. Writing is part of my daily habits now, which is very good. However, I am going to have to start working on the NaNo novel on a more regular basis or I’m going to kill myself at the write-ins trying to play catch-up.
Also, I managed to write 4,000 words of a steamy scene…where the characters DIDN’T ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING (there was kissing and a bit of touching and then a siren went off). I’m almost afraid to see what happens when I actually write a sex scene. It’s going to take up half the novel.
Very Short Excerpt:
I make my way to the door and, after some investigation of the panels, manage to open it.
All right, I have found the bathroom. Wrong door.
I close the bathroom door and search the room for another way out. I find another panel and push it. This time, the door slides open to reveal a hallway. The sound of the sirens is even louder now.
I jump half a mile into the air and turn around. Waddling across the floor in front of me is a duckling. A small, fluffy yellow duckling wearing a top hat, a monocle, and a tiny wooden cross. He looks up at me and cocks his head to one side. “Quack!”