Late, and they’re crap words, and no, I didn’t get morning pages done, but I wrote, dammit! And on Rites, no less!<\/p>\n
I’ll fix things tomorrow. Really.<\/p>\n
Starting Count: 81424
\nEnding Count: 81677
\nNet Gain: +253
\nCurrent NaNo count: 14713
\nCurrent Word YTD count: 15809
\nVal\u2019s Tea Fund: $8<\/p>\n
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\nThe background was the only part she\u2019d actually finished: it was a swirling miasma of black, dark purples and blues that came together in a soup that almost appeared to move as he stared at the canvas. There were things moving in that soup; half-imagined nightmares writhing in either agony or ecstasy, just below where the eye could clearly discern them. And they hugged the blank area in the center of the canvas.<\/p>\n
Ending line:<\/b>
\n Justin sat up, wondering what time it was and just how long he\u2019d be able to watch her before she realized he was awake.<\/p>\n
Darling:<\/b>
\nSee the opening lines. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Late, and they’re crap words, and no, I didn’t get morning pages done, but I wrote, dammit! And on Rites, no less! I’ll fix things tomorrow. Really. Starting Count: 81424 Ending Count: 81677 Net Gain: +253 Current NaNo count: 14713 Current Word YTD count: 15809 Val\u2019s Tea Fund: $8 Starting line: The background was the …<\/p>\n