Actually what I look like right now. |
when hope was high
and so was my word countttttt
Okay, um, I kind of had to do that. Also:
I think I'll try defying sanity!
And you can't make me sleeeeep!
I'm done this time, I promise. xD This is what happens when I have little to no sleep every night and my brain is forced to be creative multiple times a day. I GET A LITTLE CRAZY.
But really though. I'm going to go into hibernation or something in December to catch up on all my sleep. *yawns* Anywho. A few things about NaNo this next weekend:
- I would really, really like to hit 45k before Monday. Because reasonssss.
- I'm taking Thanksgiving off, so I need to get ahead. D:
Total word count: 35,699
Today's word count: 1617 (although I'd liked to squeeze a few hundred more in before I go to bed.)
Favorite line(s) written: I look up. “Aren’t you cold?” I ask,
eyeing Chapman—and his rolled-up sleeves. He quirks an eyebrow.
“Says you,” he laughs, and a small
sort of smile plays across his face. I rub my hands up and down my arms, shivering
slightly.
“I think much better when it’s cold,” I say, my voice almost as shaky as the rest of me. “It feeds my creative genius.”
“I think much better when it’s cold,” I say, my voice almost as shaky as the rest of me. “It feeds my creative genius.”
“Genius? You?” Chapman makes a psshing noise, rocking back on his
heels. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Let it be known that I take no
issue in hitting people,” I laugh, my voice shivering with me. “I’d watch your
back.”
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