My goal was two-fold today.
- Hit 40K.
- Fix those two really bad “scenes” I sketched out last night.
Both goals were accomplished, but it took me off and on all day. I don’t have any idea what comes next. *panics* I’m heading to bed and hoping some very sweet dreams inspire the next section. I’m off the next two days from the Evil Day Job, but there were several ongoing issues that will likely require me to at least log on briefly.
Words: 3446 (including yesterday’s uncounted words)
NaNo total: 40,499
Snippet: This was a very difficult but incredibly fun and wicked scene to write. *laughs* And no, it’s not as bad as it sounds. Honest.
Panting, Dharman took one glance at her face, her mouth hanging open with surprise. He rolled to his feet and stomped toward the bath. “Great Vulkar, Sal, your hair is bad enough. I don’t need your hands on me too!”
“I don’t know why you’re so upset; at least you released. I’m about to die.” Sal flopped on his back, smacking his lips with loud appreciation. “Besides, it wasn’t my hands.”