A winner is me!
Nov. 25th, 2010 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Today, I slept in (\o/). Due to various factors that I could rant about at length, Thanksgiving has been put off until Sunday. It's a bit TL;DR, but apparently my cousin's girlfriend's family > us. So. I pretty much had the day to myself, which was nice. As soon as I woke up I rallied myself and trooped into town in order to retrieve my flash drive from work. It felt kind of like being a corporate spy. I pulled in, used my keycard to go upstairs, grabbed my flash drive, pocketed it and walked nonchalantly back down to the parking lot. I did not skulk, because that probably would have brought security down on me, but never was the urge to pick the locks I have keys to greater.
In procrastination news, I finally managed to get past 4-3 in my Super Mario Bros em. I also did some work on a fanmix. Am :| at how it's turning out, but I always am. I need more types of music, but I like stuff I can sing along with and preferably that won't depress me. (I have blacklists of songs I will turn the radio off on, because they're too sad. WARN FOR DEATHFIC IN MUSIC PEOPLE.)
For NaNo, I validated today, as you can see by my shiny new "WINNER" on the sidebar. (basks) We're finally starting to see the end. Technically the climax is done, but I've got one more little uptick before things are wrapped up. I'm estimating another... oh, five or six thousand words. Two days, think? Unless something weird happens in the plot. It is actually surprisingly hard not to just end it here, even though I'm positive that it would mean my death. To say I would be hated would be a massive understatement. I hope this goes as planned, and I can sign off soon. I'm starting to lag, and have gone from hatred to a risk of apathy. Writing On the Road Home reminded me that fic can be fun! Which makes me want to tackle my Fic Exchange story even more.
Also, today was one of those days when I had to take a break from writing to cry. I hate it when my own fic makes me weepy. :| DNW, damn it!
Word count has now soared to 80,268, so I wrote roughly 3,751. Fitting what I wrote yesterday with what I wrote today was thankfully easy, though I suspect if I'd written much more it would have been Trouble.
Today, I slept in (\o/). Due to various factors that I could rant about at length, Thanksgiving has been put off until Sunday. It's a bit TL;DR, but apparently my cousin's girlfriend's family > us. So. I pretty much had the day to myself, which was nice. As soon as I woke up I rallied myself and trooped into town in order to retrieve my flash drive from work. It felt kind of like being a corporate spy. I pulled in, used my keycard to go upstairs, grabbed my flash drive, pocketed it and walked nonchalantly back down to the parking lot. I did not skulk, because that probably would have brought security down on me, but never was the urge to pick the locks I have keys to greater.
In procrastination news, I finally managed to get past 4-3 in my Super Mario Bros em. I also did some work on a fanmix. Am :| at how it's turning out, but I always am. I need more types of music, but I like stuff I can sing along with and preferably that won't depress me. (I have blacklists of songs I will turn the radio off on, because they're too sad. WARN FOR DEATHFIC IN MUSIC PEOPLE.)
For NaNo, I validated today, as you can see by my shiny new "WINNER" on the sidebar. (basks) We're finally starting to see the end. Technically the climax is done, but I've got one more little uptick before things are wrapped up. I'm estimating another... oh, five or six thousand words. Two days, think? Unless something weird happens in the plot. It is actually surprisingly hard not to just end it here, even though I'm positive that it would mean my death. To say I would be hated would be a massive understatement. I hope this goes as planned, and I can sign off soon. I'm starting to lag, and have gone from hatred to a risk of apathy. Writing On the Road Home reminded me that fic can be fun! Which makes me want to tackle my Fic Exchange story even more.
Also, today was one of those days when I had to take a break from writing to cry. I hate it when my own fic makes me weepy. :| DNW, damn it!
Word count has now soared to 80,268, so I wrote roughly 3,751. Fitting what I wrote yesterday with what I wrote today was thankfully easy, though I suspect if I'd written much more it would have been Trouble.
"Terrorists," Tony said firmly. His faceplate closed with a clink. "It's always terrorists. We'll call them something strange, make up a kooky religious connection. New Age, maybe, they haven't tried anything yet. It'll be fine."
"If you say so." When Pepper wrapped her arms around him this time, she managed to keep from denting anything important. Tony flew out the broken window, dropping down to land beside the lake.
The police, firefighters and paramedics stared at them. Coughing, Pepper let go of him and straightened her ridiculously tiny skirt as a pair of cops approached them, one old enough that his hair was steel grey and the other young enough to be his grandson. In the back, a lone news crew paused filming, turning their cameras on him.
Someone just got a bonus. Tony put on his best PR smile. "Hello officers. Have you seen a naked man around here? He fell out the window."