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liptonrm_backupI have completely failed to document my mini-nano word total since ever. Because I'm smrt like that. ;-)
Ahem, for the record I wrote 607 words Sunday (11/1) through Friday (11/6) and 90 words so far today. When I haven't been working on new cracky project or watching Ken Burns' National Parks (and crying).
ETA: Make that 666 words for today. *raises eyebrow at number* I am deeply amused.
Today's snippet:
Ahem, for the record I wrote 607 words Sunday (11/1) through Friday (11/6) and 90 words so far today. When I haven't been working on new cracky project or watching Ken Burns' National Parks (and crying).
ETA: Make that 666 words for today. *raises eyebrow at number* I am deeply amused.
Today's snippet:
Her passenger, the reason she’d been clattering down a backcountry road in the first place, came up beside her, leaned down and peered under the hood. She glanced at him, trying to gauge how the unexpected stop may have affected his mood, but a hunk of his longish hair hung down like a curtain between them. He’d been quiet for the whole ride, the only bead she’d been able to draw on him was that he was intense and focused on something else entirely. She had a feeling that her presence hardly even registered.
“Is there someone you need to call?” His voice didn’t fit her expectations, too calm and quiet. She’d been prepared for thunder and he sounded like just some other guy.
