Tuesday, November 09, 2004  

NaNo Word Count: 8013

I'm still behind by around 7500 words, but I've been doing better. Especially at work. Except for my initial burst, I have done more writing at work on my lunch hour than I've done anywhere else. It's still not enough to cover the days worth, not to mention making a dent in catching up, but it is the bulk of it. I do a few hundred words at night and that at least catches the day.

This is the second week and I've already recalculated what I have to do daily to catch up to 50k. If I managed to crank out 2100 a day, I can hit 50k by the 30th. Like I keep saying, I don't expect to finish, but I do think it's realistic to say I'll get at least halfway there.

Still don't like this story much. It's not really going where I want it to go, but I don't know what that means.

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Working Title: Sethkyne_Blue
Characters: 3.5
Plots: 2
Riot Police Mentions: 14
Panic Attacks: 3


Crappy Novel Excerpt # 2:

The phone rings again. I look up and I’ve been working for three hours. It’s almost seven.
As I move to the phone, I feel the tension in my neck and shoulder blades pull at my body. Sucky.
“Hello?”
“Hey hoochie!”
“Hey Tax,”
“You still plowing away at your freaky job, or are you going to come outside today?”
“I do need more coffee. And some food, I’m starving now that I think about it.”
“Why do you need to think about it?”
“Didn’t you just yell at me for my lame jokes?” I shoot back.
“Haw!” She snorts. “You love it.”
I feel a grin break out on my face. Maybe I flush, “Yup, only you Tax.”
“Well, we’re close by, we could be there in twenty minutes?” That last part gets soft as she obviously asking whos she’s with than me. I hear a light, “Yeah, that’s about right.”
It’s Dizzy’s voice.
“Twenty,” she says back at me.
“Just you and Diz?”
“Hell yeah baby, you expecting the president?”
“No, I wouldn’t go near the fucker.”
“Yeah, I know…” There’s some commotion on her end. “Sorry hoochie, coming up on Checkpoint Charlie, gotta go. See you in bit.”
Taxi disconnects before I can say anything. Or maybe the phone is cut off by the white-noise generator at Checkpoint Charlie, a police barricade at the parameter.

posted by Evil Wayne | 1:45 PM
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