well, i don't know...
current music: Love Kills by Joe Strummer
album: Gypsy Punks by Gogol Bordello
words: 4,260 (short the minimum 5,001 for the third day)
excuses, excuses: computer crashed 3 times, Everybody Hates Chris, 4 reese's peanut butter cups, it already past 11
- I missed the minimum 1,667 per day for the first time and it's only the third day! oi vey!
+ story is getting back on track. i wrote the longest scene to date (and it's not even finished yet)
++ story is getting on crack. i wrote thebest worst poem ever. in turbo pascal, yo!
+ i have a footnote! of many to come, i am sure!! :D
excerpt:
He strode into the room like a matador, which was appropriate since he was a killer. He nodded politely to Nadie, then sat behind the large desk on which sat a mug with the words “Good Mourning.” He raised one long finger, silently asking her to wait, as he turned on his computer by touching the screen and checked his voicemail by putting on an earring.
album: Gypsy Punks by Gogol Bordello
words: 4,260 (short the minimum 5,001 for the third day)
excuses, excuses: computer crashed 3 times, Everybody Hates Chris, 4 reese's peanut butter cups, it already past 11
- I missed the minimum 1,667 per day for the first time and it's only the third day! oi vey!
+ story is getting back on track. i wrote the longest scene to date (and it's not even finished yet)
++ story is getting on crack. i wrote the
+ i have a footnote! of many to come, i am sure!! :D
excerpt:
He strode into the room like a matador, which was appropriate since he was a killer. He nodded politely to Nadie, then sat behind the large desk on which sat a mug with the words “Good Mourning.” He raised one long finger, silently asking her to wait, as he turned on his computer by touching the screen and checked his voicemail by putting on an earring.
posted by Keets | 11:05 PM
2 Comments:
i love the +/- summaries of your daily writing sessions!
voicemail by earring? this take place in the future?
~edivision
edivision: my story has devolved into the afterlife wanderings. he is a sort of death guidance counselor with neat gadgets and odd diplomas.
idioteque: i think i'm getting the CD back tomorrow. IT'S THE UNDERDOG WORLDSTRIKE!!! the poem is so heinous--also, i have context for it yet. doh!
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