November 6th, 2003

NaNoWriMo

9194

All dialog, all the way, baby.

Chapter 8: Call of the wild speculation
In which a kind of contact is surprisingly established and the greatest of asses is revealed. And not in the sexy meaning of the word either.

Note to self: If I ever rewrite this, Marianne like totally needs her fake surfer slang back. She doesn't sound like herself here.
  • Current Music
    Sugar Baby Love (in Japanese)
Porcupine

Short update

I am still alive and will do my best to remain so. But my arm hurts all the way baby, I have a headache (feels slightly like a sinus infection?), my throat is growing raw and it is soon midnight. In short, no novel writing tonight.

I have not given up yet. But a miracle seems more and more necessary. Right now I feel like crying, but that would hardly improve the speech recognition!
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    crushed crushed