frea_o: (Chuck)
By my estimation there are several thousand people on the planet that get to December and suddenly feel adrift and at odds with their lives because hey, no more Nanowrimo. I had this feeling for precisely a day, I think, and then it was a shrug and a “Well, back to the grindstone.” Too many incomplete stories looming for comfort.

On my drive home from somewhere or other a few days ago, I had my first Chuckfic AU idea in a while. Ellie, instead of being a doctor, gets involved in the organized crime in her neighborhood when she is a teen caring for a younger brother. She eventually works her way up to being the local crime boss so that she could get her Chuck to Stanford—where he is betrayed and kicked out. When Chuck receives the Intersect, it unwittingly becomes Chuck vs. Ellie as Chuck keeps flashing on Ellie’s lieutenants and removing them from the equation with the help of Sarah and Casey.

Neat idea, but I don’t really want to dip my toe into the dark!Ellie pool, no matter how fascinating a character that would be. Besides, I don’t want to be that writer, you know, the one who introduces Ellie as the ex-hooker to the fandom. I just don’t.

My next project is my entry for [livejournal.com profile] fandomaid. I’m really excited about it; I’ve been getting ideas for it all morning. With all hope, I should be able to deliver that by Sunday. Plus, I miss being able to make references to thinks that happened in this century. You never realize how much this becomes a crutch until it is taken away from you.

- Frea

PS - 19 days, [livejournal.com profile] sabra_n!
frea_o: (Clintasha)
DONE.

Well, okay, not really. I still have roughly a chapter and a half left to write on this project, but I crossed the finish line with precisely 50,000 words (I validated at 49,987 and wrote 13 words to get myself across), so I have the purple bar and can now say I’ve won all but one Nanowrimo done. Lost myself writing a rather lengthy and complicated fight scene. I complain about them, but when the muse is working with me, they’re the easiest things in the world to write for some reason.

Of course, then I reread them and panic, but hey, you can’t have everything.

But I have won, and I am pleased, and now I am going to read Cold Days and drink celebratory shots with etoiline because we survived a month of sickness, health, stress, and writing, and it’s OVER.

Word Count: 50,000 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 13
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 14

PS - Editing to add this pretty little thing:
Nanowrimo Winner Thing
frea_o: (Steve and Thor Evil Again)
For the past three weeks, my mom and I have had a string of work emails going back and forth with the subject “BANTHAPUG.” To be fair, we did start out discussing pugs, but somehow we’re talking about tickets to the Tran-Siberian Orchestra now. There was a pit stop for Lartist’s It’s Star Wars, Charlie Brown drawing, discussion about me adopting a pit bull, and a lot of hairless cats.

So very close to done with both my Secret Santa project and Nanowrimo. Did some catching up yesterday, but still have miles to go before I sleep. I think sticking to one project for two thirds of Nanowrimo helped me feel the spirit of it. It’s not a 50k novel on its own, but I did have to go through the five act structure, build to a climax, and I’ll have to include a denouement. My original plan for Nanowrimo, looking back, was a little bit nuts. Finishing four stories meant four satisfying conclusions. Given the varying nature of the four I picked (bank heist, spy comedy, serious turn of the century, kid fic), I might have walked away feeling more than a trifle bipolar.

So now I have three stories to finish up in December. Nanowrimo doesn’t truly end.

Wrote a scene that surprised me last night. Also, I keep forgetting that Coulson is in my story, which will probably get me lynched by the angry Coulson fans.

Whoops.

Word Count: 45,927 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 11
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 12
frea_o: (Baby Steve Oh Crap)
Less than 7k to go. Something like 6.8k or whatnot, which is about how many words it’ll take me to finish this story. I couldn’t have planned that better if I’d tried (and I do generally plan my stories. I don’t write to hit word counts, I write to hit scenes).

Went to a write-in last night, where there was merriment and only a slight trace of desperation. You can tell that the lack of sleep is getting to people, thanks to caffeine jitters in the hands and the dark circles under the eyes. I finished a chapter, and it occurred to me that this story is a bit like a video game where the objectives are for Natasha to befriend the other Avengers. Achievement level Tony unlocked!

(I figure by this point, it’s going to be super-obvious which Secret Santa gift is mine, so I’m not bothering to hide)

Mom called me and asked me to do research into procuring Tran-Siberian Orchestra tickets for Chelsea and Bro-IL-to-be, and I pouted at her that she’d stolen my Christmas gift idea for Van. Then she really did steal my gift idea by buying Van’s ticket herself. Oh, Mom.

That’s okay. I’ll buy him some nice comic book markers or something.

One of my wonderful readers rec’d The Abbey on [livejournal.com profile] het_reccersyesterday. It led to me getting a few AO3 comments, a bunch of hits, and more people wanting a sequel. What a heartwarming thing for a Tuesday.

Less than 7k and then I can read Cold Days. Time to buckle down and write a few battles!

Word Count: 43,120 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 10
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 11
frea_o: (Steve and Thor Evil Again)
Cold Days comes out tomorrow and it’s safe to say that I did not reach 50,000 words in time to get it. That’s okay. Now the trick will just be putting my nose to the grindstone for the next few days, as pretty much everybody I talk to will be reading it and will want to talk to me about it.

A little behind on Nanowrimo, but I got past a couple of blocks. I need to rig up some sort of way to write things down in the shower, as that’s when I get my best ideas, but by the time I get to a computer, the ideas are completely gone.

Also, was Castle new tonight? I’m like three episodes behind and don’t really care about catching up, which is telling me all I need to know about my interest in the show.

Have put this song on repeat tonight, for some reason. I don’t know why, but I like it, and it’s interesting enough that I’m leaving it here.

Tomorrow’s a write-in, my last one of Nanowrimo. I’ll miss them.

Word Count: 42,461 words
Current Project: Secret Santa 10
Project on Deck: Secret Santa 11
frea_o: (Natasha Are You Serious)
Only did about 500 words yesterday, which puts me somewhere around 5k behind right now. Pretty sure I’m supposed to be past 41k. My current word count is way behind that. Part of the problem was that I spent yesterday playing in Photoshop. I can’t show you the bat-crap crazy things I did to Clint or Natasha, either, as it has to do with Secret Santa.

But I really, really, really want to.

The 500 words I did get written were done while I was away from the computer with Photoshop, waiting for a movie to start at best friend (Lily-lai)’s house. Sister and I went over to play with Dragonlet and Lily-lai and we ended up going for pizza and to one of my favorite shops in the next town over. I bought some Christmas gifts for various people on my list. We had a pizza that was half “Green Lantern” and half “Socrates’ Revenge.” I couldn’t get past Socrates’ Revenge tasting like a fishtank, but the Green Lantern was delicious.

Goat cheese on pizza is the best.

After that, we watched One for the Money, which was a hilarious book but it lost a tiny bit in translation when it became a movie. That said, Katherine Heigl is oddly charming and definitely had the tough girl factor of Stephanie Plum down, in my opinion. Jason O’Mara was perfect as Morelli, too (Morelli being part of the reason I stopped reading the books). Movie started out terrible, but somewhere around the point where the grandma shot the turkey, we all started enjoying it.

I came home and stayed up late into the night not writing and photoshopping instead.

Current Word Count: 37,352
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 8
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 10
frea_o: (Clintasha)
If you’re playing the Frea drinking game, chug. I’ve added another chapter to my Secret Santa project. I skipped half a chapter because it’s an epic team-fight that I need some choreographers for (somebody please remind me to go back and suck it up and write that thing, will you?). This new chapter involves an unconventional friendship I haven’t seen much, so that’s a positive. I get negative in my whining, so I’m choosing to focus on the positive right now.

On a less positive front, I’m like 3k behind today’s (Saturday) word count. I’m hoping for five more chapters of this fic, which means it’ll get done right around the same time as Nanowrimo!

Hit up Black Friday with the best friend and the nephew, who gets better and better by the day. It got a little hectic in the main part of the mall, but I got a blender for my sis and bro-in-law-to-be that I think they’ll really like for their place. And I found a really great book for my brother when we were at Barnes and Noble, all because nephew pulled it off the shelf.

I need a cute blog name for him. I think maybe Dragonlet.

Anyway, Dragonlet has a funny habit where he drops things and goes, “Uh-oh!” He hasn’t put it together that saying, “Uh-oh!” is about accidents, so it just comes down to him being a little stinker. He has the smirk to go with it, too. Also, right now everything is “Puppy!”

When I got home, I did a Google hangout with my friend for a few hours while we both tried to catch up on word count. It was really fun because we were asking each other random questions throughout the night (“Is it Romanov family? Empire? Dynasty?”). But tomorrow I really need to buckle down and get this done.

Word Count: 36,818 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 8
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 10
frea_o: (Maria Hill)
You know, as writers we say some very strange things. Last night at a write-in, somebody pointed out that I’d just said, “That’s okay, I’ll just kill him.” When I tried to defend that it was a drunk clergyman I was talking about, it only got worse.

But yeah, we’re twenty-one days into Nanowrimo and two thirds of the way through November. Things are bound to come flying out of my mouth that I’ll no doubt either laugh or regret. Sometimes both.

I’m ahead of yesterday’s word count and am ambivalent once more. It’s not sleep deprivation, I don’t think, but simply that I’ve accepted this is my life for the month. I’m about to jump into yet another action scene, but I’m contemplating skipping it. That’s one of the benefits of writing it in Scrivener, I think. I can come back to it later when I have time to choreograph the team fighting together.

Even so, I took some time off to play in Photoshop because once I hit December, I’ll need to switch gears to real life stuff/a project with quistie. If anybody on my f-list knows where there are some quality graphics of Scarlett Johansson wearing wintery clothing (from movies, photoshoots, anything), please, could you let me know? It’s incredibly easy to find Renner in heavy coats and scarves, but I’m finding it a bit more difficult for Johansson.

I’m really excited about what I have already, for what it’s worth. I did something unholy to something on be-compromised. It was incredibly fun.

It occurs to me that this story I’m writing will be the first time I’ve ever completed an entirely (chaptered) story before posting. It’s a couple thousand words longer than The Woman in the Crosshairs already, which I think is my longest one-shot. That’s kind of neat. People will get to read the entire story at the same time.

In personal stuff, I had a dream this morning that Mom and Dad missed their flight from Brussels to London (which is silly, brain, they’re taking a train) and I woke up to find Mom cooking me breakfast, not at all affected by the fact that she was missing out on London. What a weird dream. Dad’s the one that cooks breakfast, not Mom.

Happy Thanksgiving to my American buddies, and I wish you the best of food comas. To my international buddies, I hope your day tomorrow is wonderful, too. And if you fall into a food coma, I hope it’s the best food coma ever.

- Frea

Word Count: 34,043 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 6
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 7
frea_o: (Clintasha)
So some really big jerk or bored teenager has broken into my storage unit in my apartment. They smashed one of the old cameras I bought a garage sale, but left the skis that could be easily sold on eBay (which is kind of what I plan to do with them once I figure out how to get my hands on a box big enough to ship them). So...Happy Holidays, I guess.

Even though I stayed up late watching episodes of the The Colbert Report, I was out of bed at my normal time, which gave me time to edit a problematic scene before I headed to a write-in. I have discovered how much fun it is to write Natasha hitting things (and getting hit) while Jane figures out SCIENCE at speeds too fast for speech.

Our Sunday write-ins take place at a really neat Bread Co. restaurant. It’s a co-op, which means you pay as much for your food as you want. It’s always bustling and we’re regular fixtures there in November, which means the people that work there come over and talk to us (sometimes this can be a drawback because I had one worker randomly engage me in a conversation about Sturm and Drang and impressionism (I always thought S&D had to do with expressionism, but it turns out neither of us were right) while I was in the middle of an action scene). Today, one of the workers gave us the day old cookies they were going to throw out, so I’m currently nomming on cookies while I blog.

Also, just tallied my Secret Santa word count: 16,713 words. Good news! I’m halfway done! It’s so not going to fit into one post! Hope the mods are okay with that.

On Friday, I discovered a Greek mix artist, Robin Skouteris. I have had The Gang Bang Theory on replay through this entire chapter because it’s so perfect for this story.

Which should worry some people, I think.

- Frea

Word Count: 31, 956 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 5
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 6
frea_o: (Baby Steve Oh Crap)
Today I saw my parents off to London. They’re going to Brussels first (Dad has a conference he attends there and Mom’s come along a couple of times because she adores Europe), but they’ll be hitting up London later on, which means their four children are spread out for Thanksgiving. Mom has been beside herself with excitement. London is probably number one on her list of places to visit, so it is incredibly neat to get to see her live her dream.

Talking about my dog Joey. Warning: tears ahead. )

And now about my Secret Santa project. )

Oh, right, sorry, Chuck fans. I’ve taken a look at my schedule and I’ve decided to push off That Which is Greater until I finish my current WIP. The reason being that I’m booked up on another writing project in December and this is a Secret Santa work due then.

- Frea

Word Count: 29,873 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 5
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 6
frea_o: (Baby Steve Oh Crap)
Ho Ho HOSHIT Secret Santa )

In Nanowrimo generalities, I managed to catch up to the word count before I fell asleep last night and I’ve already written the day’s word count, which is good because tonight I will be making a pie and a pie crust and [livejournal.com profile] sabra_n has managed to terrify me about how freaking scary baking is.

I must remember to back up my Nanowrimo projects on the cloud before I attempt baking things, as the apartment going up in smoke would be a real bummer.

- Frea

Word Count: 25,530 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Chapter 4
Project on Deck: Greater 11
frea_o: (Matthew/Mary)
You could claim I had a breakthrough last night (er, technically this morning). It seemed like The Abbey would never be complete, but I gritted my teeth and got to the end, though I’m positive I could cut at least two thousand words. Currently I’m four thousand words behind the recommended tally.

One of the things I’m struggling with is words themselves. People tell me I have a large vocabulary, but in the middle of November, it doesn’t seem that way. I feel like I’ve written the same action over and over again (I haven’t, generally. It inevitably surprises me when I reread is how varied it gets, like, where did these new observations come from? Certainly not for me). So I get self-conscious about that even though I’ve had a couple of years of solid writing and conditioning to hone my “writing on autopilot” skills.

But that’s just the way it is: writers are neurotic beasts and I’m definitely no exception. Speaking of writing, you need to read this comic from The Oatmeal.

With The Abbey marinating, I’m switching focus to The Avengers. The deadline for the Secret Santa exchange isn’t quite beginning to lurk, but it’s getting a little warm in here for my tastes when I only have two of the (warning: optimism ahead!) seven chapters put on the page.

After that, I’m diving back into Chuck territory, to a story I’d rather let lie incomplete forever. My own sense of obligation, however, won’t rest until it’s done.

The Hour returns for its second series tonight. From the hints I’ve gleaned from my British pals on Twitter, there’s lots more UST and longing looks between Bel and Freddie. It’s going to be interesting watching this episode by episode rather than all at once on disc. Expect me to either forget or to spend a lot of time moaning (the former is more likely than the latter, granted).

And since I’m nice, here’s a little bit of the next chapter of The Abbey, which I’m hoping to finish up on Sunday.

“Which way?” )

I wonder how Matthew and Edith survived what happened at the end of last chapter. That’s a puzzler. I guess you’ll find out Sunday.

- Frea

Word Count: 20,196 words
Current Project: Secret Santa Gift Chapter 2
Project on Deck: That Which is Greater 11

frea_o: (Maria Hill)
Took a wee bit of a vacation, but finally started writing again. I think it helped to have a chapter to post and say, Hey, I’ve done something, here you can read it now. Did some word-sprints with some awesome people sorta in the Downton Abbey fandom, wrote more of The Abbey, and now am close to done on the entire story, which is a relief. Should have finished it while the iron was hot, I suppose, but that’s life.

Word Count: 15,956 words
Current Project: The Abbey 08
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 2
Projects Left: That Which is Greater / Guide Us Home / One-Shot
frea_o: (Maria Hill)
I do believe that I have a bunch of gifs that sum up how I feel about Nanowrimo at this moment, and they all involve people singing and dancing to the tune of "I don’t caaaaaaaaaaaaare."

judy garland don't care


See?

I’m like two days behind on word count, too lazy to look it up officially. I went to a write in with my sister and brother-in-law to be last night and it ended up with us in a mostly empty bar, arguing politics in the Marvel universe. I disappointed them, I think, in that I don't like alcohol, but I do know how to down shots without making hilarious grimace-y faces. Then I crashed on an uncomfortable futon mattress until their Lab/Louisiana Catahoula Leopard Hound mix decided 6:30 a.m. was the time to be awake, so, hungover, groggy, and exhausted, I dragged myself to my parents’ house and hauled my mom along to the DMV. We had a great day shopping and saw Pitch Perfect, which was hilarious and also a lot dirtier than I anticipated. Elizabeth Banks, you win at life.

So, long story short: tomorrow I’m going to have to make up three or four days of word count and it’s gonna suck, but right now, I have no bothers to give.

Yay! NANOWRIMO BITCHES.

- Frea
frea_o: (Contrary)
It’s technically Day 9 right now but I don’t care because I AM SO CLOSE TO DONE WITH THE ABBEY, GUYS.

Word Count: 13,249 words
Current Project: The Abbey 08
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Chapter 2
frea_o: (Fauxlivia Smiling)
I hit word count yesterday and finally broke through on The Abbey 08. However, the chapter is kicking my ass so much that I'm going to switch my priorities and work on a chapter from my [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Secret Santa project when I'm finished. I need to write something I actually like and the chapter I'll be writing has an epic fight between Natasha and [character name redacted but you can bet your last Knut she's awesome]. With [weapon redacted but you can bet your other last Knut it's also awesome].

That sound you hear is Maximus laughing as he figures out this adds an entire new chapter to this saga.

But anyway, caught up on word count, The Abbey 08 is a little over halfway done, and hopefully I can push through and finish it today, though I'm not holding my breath.

Word Count: 11,685 words
Current Project: The Abbey 08
Project on Deck: Secret Santa Gift Chapter 2
frea_o: (Baby Steve Oh Crap)
I am roughly 2700 words behind on Nanowrimo at the moment. The people that know my habits are probably rolling their eyes and pointing out that if I get bitten by the writing bug, that’s basically lunch time writing for me, and they have a point, but the last three days have been kind of insane and not in the greatest way, so I’m feeling raw and scattered.

The current project is The Abbey 08. Somehow it went from over the top spy caper to a bloody mess (uh, literally bloody) and it feels like my brain exploded onto the page. Again, not in a good way.

Between being stressed over a work project that was my own stupid fault, taking time to vote, and a thing with my car, it’s not been a very fun time. For the latter, I cleared some time off with my boss to take my car in for an emissions test, which meant going and staying with my parents (and cuddling puppies) last night. And that of course meant spending time with my dad on election night.

Here’s the thing about my dad: he is one of the smartest people I know, but he has very definite ideas about politics and I don’t agree with them. He also gets angry about political things, whereas I’m a lot more naïve/curious/cautious (but still on the opposite side), so our conversations about politics frustrate him. And I plain didn’t like his candidate, so it wasn’t all that great of a night to go home. I would’ve done it the night before, but the DMV was closed due to voting—which makes sense. I got to the site today…and they were closed until Thursday. What the ever-loving hell?! Guys, we have a president now. You don’t need an extra day off, dirtbags. Get back in there and do your damned jobs.

Luckily, I can take care of it on Saturday, but it’s stressful and I’m not happy.

Anybody want to write the final chapter of The Abbey for me. I will donate $50 to a cause cleaning up Sandy, which shows you how much I don’t want to write this sucker.

Oh well, at least I’m going to a write-in tonight.

Word Count: 9016 words
Current Project: The Abbey 08
Project on Deck: Undecided
frea_o: (Baby Steve Oh Crap)
True to form, I got three days into the month and forgot to write a Nano update. I’m surprised I made it past the first day. I am flaky about all things but the need to write. I’d say I’m not flaky about eating, but everybody in my life would laugh at me and point to the hundreds of stories they have about that time I accidentally nuked the same meal five times because I kept forgetting it was by my hand while I was either writing or editing video. Anyway, I’m using the excuse that it’s a weekend and I didn’t realize a birthday dinner with my sister was going to turn into a full night out of seeing Brave with my other sister and so on and so forth. I also went to a comic book store and learned how to shop for comics.

But anyway, writing. Right. Yesterday I woke up feeling kind of crappy, but at least that inspired me to take my cold medicine before four or five hours had passed. I sat on the couch (we have a dual reclining couch that we bought for five bucks at a yard sale) with a netbook and pounded away until I finished the seventh chapter of The Abbey, which is such a massive relief to have done.

That said, I tried starting the eighth chapter today and while I like what I have, my writing senses are telling me it’s about to back me into another corner, so I’m going to end up scrapping all 800 words or so. This isn’t a big deal (I’m grateful I caught it so quickly, actually). I know there are people who are just *gasping* at me because 800 words, no, that’s half a day’s word count and editing is for December and don’t delete, never delete!, but rules like that are dangerous.

Here’s the thing: If you need to delete, delete for crying out loud. Rules becoming absolute, nine times out of ten, will damage a writing career more than they will aid it. You have to do what’s right by you when you’re writing, which is why I can sometimes find Nanowrimo to be a major pain in the ass. I have to remind myself that everybody has a fair chance to be a writer and to play nice when sometimes it feels like people who only write for 30 days out of the year are shouting writing advice at me when I write pretty consistently year-round. And that’s also a dangerous attitude to have, but I’m trying to be better about it.

Went to the library today and walked out with an arm full of science fiction and fairy tales. I meant to do research on the 18th century. Whoops.

And now it’s back to writing because this fic isn’t going to write itself, no matter how awesome that would be.

- Frea

Word Count: 7451 words
Current Project: The Abbey 08
Project on Deck: Greater 11
frea_o: (Baby Steve Oh Crap)
Healing front: I woke up fully able to breathe through my nose, which was a blessed relief because I hate sounding like a mouth-breather and I look silly breathing through my mouth. Also, the glassy-eyed, confounded look I always wear during headcolds is always such a hit around the office, you know. So the fact that I’m mostly dry-nosed and only coughing a little is a relief. I’m knocking back fluids, I promise.

Writing front: switched from Bank Job to Abbey 07, which meant going from flantering to fighting, and that sucks. I always feel like a fraud whilst writing hand-to-hand combat because it’s hard to translate individual motions to the page while keeping the pace furious and frantic. I’ve sent a few snippets to my beta and he says they’re intense, which I’m taking to mean I’m doing something right. It’s just very slow-going when I have seven characters in three high-risk situations/four locations, talking back and forth to each other, plus one character is fighting for her life and another is defusing a bomb and multiple villains are showing up…

It’s a picnic, let me tell you. But I’ve got fans that I know love this story above all, so I’m shoving my feelings about Downton Abbey aside and sticking to my guns, no matter how I feel about this season (read: I don’t like it). I want to do right by these characters and this story.

Tomorrow I have to clear some stuff up at the DMV, so that will be fun in the morning, but the parents are taking the youngest sister and I out to dinner to celebrate our birthdays (hers was Thursday, mine was last month), so I’m looking forward to that. I hope to hit up a write-in on Sunday because it’s at a St. Louis Bread Co and I love their Mac’n’Cheese. Hopefully by then my cold will be completely gone!

Current wordcount: 4717 words
Current project: The Abbey 07
Project on deck: The Abbey 08
frea_o: (Chuck)
Attempting to write this in the twenty-minute window where the cold meds allow me to be coherent, but given that I’m using a generic brand and seem to have the immune system of a zombie, this probably won’t work out well for any of the parties involved.

Last night (well, this morning) I completed the final chapter of anything Fates-related by penning the final words of The Bank Job, the story where I co-wrote two chapters two years ago and single-handedly wrote two chapters this year. It’s a little amusing to me that my final venture into the world of Fates involves something that I partially cowrote with my great beta, Maximus, given how many hours we’ve spent, talking late into the night about how the plotting for Fates should go.

I suppose I should feel more of a sense of accomplishment, but I still have six more stories to finish in November.

My friend [livejournal.com profile] sabra_n is still without power. We’ve been sending text messages back and forth. I’m imagining her wrapped up in a crazy amount of blankets, glaring at a computer screen with a Not Connected to the Internet page.

Sister and I are both doing Nanowrimo. We hit the daily word count at a write-in last night, which was hilarious to me since I spent the first hour editing and staring at the ceiling (while sniffling and going through half of a box of tissues).

Current wordcount: 2871
Current project: The Abbey 07
Project on deck: The Abbey 08

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