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NaNoWriMo Day 29
Nov. 29th, 2023 03:58 pmWords (Written Today): 367
Words (Total as of Today): 16,768
Mood: Tired. As usual. As has been the fucking theme this month. Sigh...
Treat: I went and watched the new Doctor Who again and also read more Murderbot.
First Line (Written Today): If it was allowed, Flynn could at least give Crom some of the skills he’d need to survive the first few rounds of the initial Games.
Last Line (Written Today): “It may be a bad idea, but I haven’t got the heart to sit back and do nothing.”
“You know what?” Ram replied, looking back at the pair. “Neither do I.”
Favorite Line (Written Today): “I don’t care,” he said again. “I can’t—I can’t do nothing. So…” He turned to Crom and held out one hand. “I’m Flynn. It’s nice to meet you.”
Crom hesitated before finally putting his hand in Flynn’s. “Nice to meet you, too.” He glanced over his shoulder worriedly. “I—I hope this works.”
“Me too,” said Flynn. “We might be about to die here in a week or so, but… better to die beside a friend than among enemies, eh?” He grinned.
Crom managed to smile back. “Yes. Yes, that sounds good.”
Other Stuff: (backdated again, woohoo) I can't say I've got a lot to say about yesterday? This was another short session of writing, about 15 minutes again. I am gonna do one last push, and then I can take a flipping break. December is going to be Relax-O-Vision central for me. Oof.
Words (Total as of Today): 16,768
Mood: Tired. As usual. As has been the fucking theme this month. Sigh...
Treat: I went and watched the new Doctor Who again and also read more Murderbot.
First Line (Written Today): If it was allowed, Flynn could at least give Crom some of the skills he’d need to survive the first few rounds of the initial Games.
Last Line (Written Today): “It may be a bad idea, but I haven’t got the heart to sit back and do nothing.”
“You know what?” Ram replied, looking back at the pair. “Neither do I.”
Favorite Line (Written Today): “I don’t care,” he said again. “I can’t—I can’t do nothing. So…” He turned to Crom and held out one hand. “I’m Flynn. It’s nice to meet you.”
Crom hesitated before finally putting his hand in Flynn’s. “Nice to meet you, too.” He glanced over his shoulder worriedly. “I—I hope this works.”
“Me too,” said Flynn. “We might be about to die here in a week or so, but… better to die beside a friend than among enemies, eh?” He grinned.
Crom managed to smile back. “Yes. Yes, that sounds good.”
Other Stuff: (backdated again, woohoo) I can't say I've got a lot to say about yesterday? This was another short session of writing, about 15 minutes again. I am gonna do one last push, and then I can take a flipping break. December is going to be Relax-O-Vision central for me. Oof.
