Yes, I am still wearing the shirt. It still smells pretty fresh, so shut up. Also, I look much more harried than this, in real life. Srsly.
It’s 7:57 AM on day two of the 3-Day Novel Writing Contest. The hubs is still in bed, there’s laundry that needs doing, but screw it all. I’ve got my thinking cap on, cus last night I said 10,000 words or bust for Day 1, and I only managed to eke out 9,011 before my eyelids started getting heavy and my head started nodding in front of the screen.
Today, there must be 10,000 more words, minimum.
I think having a more detailed outline before I began may have been a good idea. I guess it’s too late for that now, eh?
This is what throwing caution to the wind gets you, children. On the plus side, I have a crazy husband who suggests things like “You need more clowns on unicycles in your novel,” which helped me crank out about 5,000 words. When I posted it to Twitter, I apparently inspired another 3-Day Noveller as well (@piemage), so yay for that!
And now, to type out at least 989 words before we hit the laundromat and the gym. Wish me luck!
