I got there with four minutes to spare and the site was overloaded. Which means I really should get a life and not worry about word counts. Truly they are meaningless -- he said, weeping as he failed to officially make target. And then he looked and all was well!
By the skinniest of margins indeed. It was updated at 23:59
And Hellion? Oh, it's a novel with words. Lots of good, and some woody, words. I'll try and dig out a good bit to post tomorrow.
Showing posts with label Day 8. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Day 8. Show all posts
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Monday, 8 November 2010
Day 8 - pt 1
It's lashing down with rain, the garden is too soggy to walk in - not that one would want to - and the light levels are low enough to send a hampster into instant hibernation. [sigh] And so I shall struggle ever onward toward tonight's 13336. [wibble]
All I want to do is get under the duvet. Odd, really. If I still had blankets the idea of heading to bed wouldn't appeal at all. But now we've taken the Scandanavian idea of bedding to heart it seems ... comforting. A sage people. That coping with miniscule daylight hours should have brought forth such a wondrous bit of bedding is rather miraculous.
Argh. Look at all those words I've typed. and not one can I use for my Novel. [idiot]
Ave, and lang mey yer lum reek :)
All I want to do is get under the duvet. Odd, really. If I still had blankets the idea of heading to bed wouldn't appeal at all. But now we've taken the Scandanavian idea of bedding to heart it seems ... comforting. A sage people. That coping with miniscule daylight hours should have brought forth such a wondrous bit of bedding is rather miraculous.
Argh. Look at all those words I've typed. and not one can I use for my Novel. [idiot]
Ave, and lang mey yer lum reek :)
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