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tsukinofaerii) wrote2010-11-23 11:18 pm
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This naked gun is loaded
Today actually felt like progress. It's one of the first days that did. x.X Which is amazing and probably should feel creepy, because I blew ~1,600 words of writing on another fic, and also some time trying to put together a set of mixes. (In other news, why the hell don't I have any decent "screw this, I'm dying anyway, bring on the booze and sex" songs that aren't country?) But the finish line is visible, so maybe that's helping. The Scenes To Write are down to single digits, and shrinking. Huzzah!
The non-NaNo project today was a Thanksgiving fic. I wasn't planning on writing one at all, but
cap_ironman is slow as hell, and the next round of things will be posted to LJ. D: It needs contents, precious. Yes, it does. (steeples fingers)
Today in NaNo, procrastination was the order of the day. I just kept putting off working on NaNo. :\ Bad Faerii, no cookie. Well, okay, maybe one cookie. But it's a broken one. In spite of myself, I managed to achieve Words. Had fun writing them too. So yays! I need to make a note to go back in and mention that Steve is Nekkid a few more times. Otherwise, it could be forgotten, and the fact that I managed to make my icon a reality is a balm to my NaNo-savaged soul. Word count is now a whopping 75,367, so on NaNo I wrote 3,288 words. :D
The non-NaNo project today was a Thanksgiving fic. I wasn't planning on writing one at all, but
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Today in NaNo, procrastination was the order of the day. I just kept putting off working on NaNo. :\ Bad Faerii, no cookie. Well, okay, maybe one cookie. But it's a broken one. In spite of myself, I managed to achieve Words. Had fun writing them too. So yays! I need to make a note to go back in and mention that Steve is Nekkid a few more times. Otherwise, it could be forgotten, and the fact that I managed to make my icon a reality is a balm to my NaNo-savaged soul. Word count is now a whopping 75,367, so on NaNo I wrote 3,288 words. :D
Trees. Trees all around, and not a single place to land. His target was picked out in helpful green, warning him that he would be over it in seconds. If he flew past it, they'd know he was coming, and have time to escape. Whatever he was there for would fail.
His hands tightened on the stick as he angled the nose of the plane down.
Safe landings were overrated.
"Proximity alert. Collision into point of destination imminent," a cheerful female voice announced in English overhead. "Would you like to be restrained for the crash?"
"No," Steve snarled. "I've got this."
The building grew closer, the airplane's running lights brighter than sunlight, picking out individual leaves on the trees out front, startling a squirrel into running. A man was peering through a window, his shape outlined in light.
"Ten seconds."
For lack of a better choice, Steve aimed for the window.
"Five seconds."
The man turned and vanished.
"Two seconds."
Sweat slicked the stick under Steve's palms.
"Welcome to your destination. Please brace for impact."