Day One

[tsukinofaerii]

Today, procrastination has already reached ridiculous levels. You may all look at my shiny painted nails and know this. I never paint my nails, mostly because it's too much of a pain to keep up with. They chip. They break. They get used as screw drivers and warp. (What? They're useful damn it!) Or worse, they get the dreaded Hangie, which is basically just a rough edge that cries out to be gnawed on. But they got painted. IDK PEOPLE. At least there was a valid reason for doing laundry. I would like to say that I hate daylight savings. Changing the clocks just throws me all off. D:

Tony is complaining that I'm posting this instead of the scene I'd left him in. (facepalm) And here I thought he would be digging in his heels more. Silly me.

Tony: If you would simply sit down and write, instead of employing these delaying tactics, I'm sure I could entice you to give me what I want.

Nope. Nuh-uh. Because I already know where that scene is going, and it's not there. Go entice someone else. Maybe they'll porn for you.

... Tony Stark pouting in my head should not be this cute. Why can't I have Steve ordering me around too? Oh, wait, he's busy dealing with his scene. *sigh* He'll probably yell at me soon, if I'm lucky.

ANYWAY. Today's word count so far is 1,813. That's daily and total. I'm on track! Huzzah! I'll probably write more tonight, but as of posting this, that's what I've got. Not that I'm looking at show offs who have already topped 5k or anything nooooo. :P

Today's issues were figuring out where to start. It's complicated, but I've sort of got three prologues here, and then the main beginning. None of them wanted to be written and I don't know why!

Excerpt below the cut. Of course, there be spoilers ahead.

"Stark is the one." Only a fool would have spoken to contradict him. "We have not seen such potential since the Chitauri."

"And see how that came out? Stark was one of the people who took them down!" Directly across from the leader, a tall, wide man settled back in his chair. He was built like a wall, with shoulders that belonged to a linebacker. The shirt he wore, a thin t-shirt that only just missed being black by a shade, only emphasized the power of his figure. "We're playing with fire on this one; you've all seen the newspapers. He's too erratic to risk."

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[tsukinofaerii.livejournal.com]

I have an advantage in that I've been thinking about this story for more than a month, so it's really impatient to get itself written. (homg but I know someone who's topped 5k and I'm so jealous I could scream.) Also, I've officially turned off my Sentence Check instincts; whenever I catch myself rewriting something, I make myself move on. Usually I waffle a lot, but with NaNo being all "50k! 30 days! GO!", I don't have time for that lol. December will be my Editing Month. November is Bleed Onto The Page And Call It Writing Month. (I usually go through everything backwards anyways, so Sentence Check as I go is kind of redundant.)