i whined a little. slept. whined, worked, napped, slept. oh, and ate a little. and drank coffee. whined. wrote.
was feeling a little blah about the story or that we have not gotten to the exciting part yet. everything feeling drawn out.
i let the one character be murdered instead of hurt and in a coma. oh well.
then a body part appeared in the hamper. weird. and that thread is going no where so far.
and. stale. ugh. sloshing through the muck.
then today, i was feeling better, had another eight hours of sleep (careful, this could become a habit). even got up and went for a two mile walk (i could not do the eight i was scheduled and was advised to not push my body that much). home. showered. went for breakfast (in true nano fashion, this "breakfast" was at 1:30 pm) at one of my writing spots, along with my laptop.
oooh. so i said the story was getting stale.
well, over breakfast and writing, they (the characters, of course) decided that someone would die. well, another one would die. and this was the dog. omg, i told them. no, not the dog. geesh, what do you want people to think?
then i went to work.
oh well. it is their story. and the dog is dead as i approach 40,000.
back to work.
originally posted at
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