The 17th was another pathetic word day. 300 is hardly a great accomplishment, but I had an amazing night out so I think that has to count for something! If I didn't go out, I wouldn't have even noticed my birthday! So I think that the NaNo gods can make some allowances.
Also, if you read Day 16's post, you'll be glad to know that even now, on Day 18, I am in fact alive and well. So far nothing worse has happened *knock on wood*. I did have a moment of spontaneous inspiration which was going to lead me to re-write just about everything I have done so far, but as I was about to strike a line through things, I realized that there was a problem. There wasn't a way to actually do what I had imagined. There's a ban on mirrors, so needing multiple characters to be able to world jump can't actually happen. And no, I'm not lifting the ban, it's a very important rule. You can't have just anyone bouncing from one world to the other! It would be like the Dark Ages!
It's scary how I can justify the actions in the world below. Just wait until we get to the part about human sacrifice. Yup, I've got a justification for that too. Doesn't that fit in that childhood psychopath test somehow? If you can justify why something immoral happened, it means that you must be one? Or is that something that only existed in my youth?
Somewhere someone is analyzing my posts and has a series of diagnoses for me, don't they? Or maybe I'm just over-analyzing myself because I'm married to a psych major? Hmm, I wonder if this Criminal Psychology stuff may be brushing off on me given the subject matter of this story? I am very prone to suggestion. I'm a sucker for anything on the menu that has a picture on it. Or seeing other patrons eating. I always want what they have!
I'm also thinking that this has something to do with why my word counts are getting harder to come up with. I'm ahead of all of my writing buddies. This doesn't usually happen. I always have someone to sprint after. The direness is lost. Nothing dire here. Direless wolves, that's all I've got...
... and the rambling begins... I imagine that this post is a great predictor of what I'm going to have to work with once I get into revisions: "WTF WAS I THINKING?!?! NOTHING MAKES SENSE!!!"
Good luck, Future Me. Past Me is tempted to be in bed for 8 o'clock. Oh the exciting life I lead!
Tomorrow I expect to get to 40,000. This will make up for the writing I won't be able to do on Thursday. And I have no idea how I'll pull off 45,000 for Friday. Maybe by Sunday will be a nice compromise. That still gives me a lot of time to clear 50,000 a day or so early. Then NaNo gods help me keep writing when the drive is lost. Post-NaNo crash - brace yourselves fellow WriMo's!
Happy Writing!
Also, if you read Day 16's post, you'll be glad to know that even now, on Day 18, I am in fact alive and well. So far nothing worse has happened *knock on wood*. I did have a moment of spontaneous inspiration which was going to lead me to re-write just about everything I have done so far, but as I was about to strike a line through things, I realized that there was a problem. There wasn't a way to actually do what I had imagined. There's a ban on mirrors, so needing multiple characters to be able to world jump can't actually happen. And no, I'm not lifting the ban, it's a very important rule. You can't have just anyone bouncing from one world to the other! It would be like the Dark Ages!
It's scary how I can justify the actions in the world below. Just wait until we get to the part about human sacrifice. Yup, I've got a justification for that too. Doesn't that fit in that childhood psychopath test somehow? If you can justify why something immoral happened, it means that you must be one? Or is that something that only existed in my youth?
Somewhere someone is analyzing my posts and has a series of diagnoses for me, don't they? Or maybe I'm just over-analyzing myself because I'm married to a psych major? Hmm, I wonder if this Criminal Psychology stuff may be brushing off on me given the subject matter of this story? I am very prone to suggestion. I'm a sucker for anything on the menu that has a picture on it. Or seeing other patrons eating. I always want what they have!
I'm also thinking that this has something to do with why my word counts are getting harder to come up with. I'm ahead of all of my writing buddies. This doesn't usually happen. I always have someone to sprint after. The direness is lost. Nothing dire here. Direless wolves, that's all I've got...
... and the rambling begins... I imagine that this post is a great predictor of what I'm going to have to work with once I get into revisions: "WTF WAS I THINKING?!?! NOTHING MAKES SENSE!!!"
Good luck, Future Me. Past Me is tempted to be in bed for 8 o'clock. Oh the exciting life I lead!
Tomorrow I expect to get to 40,000. This will make up for the writing I won't be able to do on Thursday. And I have no idea how I'll pull off 45,000 for Friday. Maybe by Sunday will be a nice compromise. That still gives me a lot of time to clear 50,000 a day or so early. Then NaNo gods help me keep writing when the drive is lost. Post-NaNo crash - brace yourselves fellow WriMo's!
Happy Writing!
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