NaNo: Day 3
Nov. 3rd, 2010 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsukinofaeriiAaaaaargh. Posted my RBB fic. I am so not satisfied with it, but I'm afraid I'm burning out. D:
NaNo was a Struggle For Words. I was horribly distracted by politics. D: I am definitely off on my characterizations, and will have to fix that as soon as NaNo is done. For now, I will try to fix the rest as I go. :( I also realized today that my vampires are keeping secrets from me. Again Grrrrr. I hate it when they do that. It will probably end up being nothing, but still!
I'm also a little worried by how slow it starts. :\ I may have to work on that later. This is far, faaaaar from my best writing, y'all.
Today, I reached 5,135 words, which means I wrote 1,724. It is barely word count, but that is what counts. Maybe when I am less grouchy, this will go better.
NaNo was a Struggle For Words. I was horribly distracted by politics. D: I am definitely off on my characterizations, and will have to fix that as soon as NaNo is done. For now, I will try to fix the rest as I go. :( I also realized today that my vampires are keeping secrets from me. Again Grrrrr. I hate it when they do that. It will probably end up being nothing, but still!
I'm also a little worried by how slow it starts. :\ I may have to work on that later. This is far, faaaaar from my best writing, y'all.
Today, I reached 5,135 words, which means I wrote 1,724. It is barely word count, but that is what counts. Maybe when I am less grouchy, this will go better.
A headache rolled through his skull, annoyingly persistent. Other than injuries, he hadn't had a headache in decades. "I really am fine." He turned his hand over and squeezed Tony's cold hand. That wasn't all that different. Tony had always had a lower body temperature than most people, and especially Steve. First the chemo, and now being a vampire. "I'm just... getting used to it. It's different, being stared at now."
"Do you want to go?" was Tony's instant reaction. "Because we can go home, maybe wrestle Clint for the remote control and watch something with explosions. At five hundred a plate, they've gotta do doggy bags."
