dragonlady7

Confession: My deadline is really something like 5:30 pm, because I know damn well I'll be so fried I won't be able to do a thing once Z gets home. And also I'll probably wind up cooking dinner.
This one's shorter so I think I won't cut. Ha ha ha!!

4:24 pm: 49,336 words. Now they're just wasting time. Come on, bitches: I wanted a plot climax before this whole thing is over. I am sad, now, that I can't freeze time and just keep writing until I get to the plot climax, as I'm becoming more interested in that than in the wordcount.
But of course I can't keep this up past about 5:20. Maybe by then I'll reach something good.... and then I won't want to stop. BAH, I wish I didn't have to work tomorrow or the day after. God I miss being unemployed.
Yeah, fuck the errands I was going to run. They can wait. Also, it is still snowing out there.
Also, these jeans have holes in the crotch. Hm.

4:40 pm: Note to self: stop chewing the insides of your lips. They taste funny and now they're all raw. Durr. Stoppit.
49,660 words. Listening to Cincinnatti Pops doing instrumental versions of opera. I need new CDs. I need music for Christmas. Why did I not ask for music for Christmas? Oh well.

4:50 pm 49,857 words and I think I get a bonus point for using the word bosom. But the girls are still gossipping and the plot point hasn't happened yet. Gahhhhhh.

4:55 Am IMing with Z about dinner. 49,905 words. He is laughing because I have only written 40 words since I last updated him. Well? It's 40 words more than he's written! (Not counting IM conversations.)

4:59 pm 49,992 and I'd've made it to 50k by 5pm if I didn't have to go check and see what that weird noise was. Ah fuck it-- if it's burglars they can kill me as a WINNER. Stay tuned, folks--

5:00 OK, 50,006. I'm going to go see what that noise was.

HA.