Meet, Greet, Eat ... eep.

8,963 / 50,000 (17.9%)

So I left about 500 words on the work computer and could probably reproduce them but it's annoying. On the other hand, from 7,787 to nearly 9,000 isn't too bad for first thing in the morning however you look at it. That means, after meet-and-eat (or at this rate just meet), I don't have too far to go to make my 11,000 word deadline for Saturday. Hey, set your sights high. Anyway, I need to be at 14,000 by the end of the week. And 3,000 words isn't so much.

Anyway, I'd best be off. I have two hours to get to the post office and pick up my NaNoWriMo T-shirt, then go meet the insane people. Must bring notebook. And pens. And money for coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

I think the stress is getting to me. Plus I have stuff to do for the Mage session tomorrow. AAAAAAAAAAGH! Too much life!

It must be plotbunnies! ... or maybe midgets.

First thing this morning, my lightbulb blew. At least it was still daylight, so I could work without doing any silly faffing like changing the bulb. However, I at least remembered to flip the breaker switch so that cholten99 could use the lights when he finally woke up (whenever the hell that was).

Picked up my T-shirt. It is spiffy. I will probably wear it tomorrow when I do game. Hopefully I'll have broken the 10,000 word mark by then, so I can brag. This will be aided by the fact that lo! I have plot! I mean real, honest-to-God plot that meshes everything together! I came up with this on the way home and thought, "Shit. Now I have plot. Now I can actually write!" It is good. Now must get it started.

The meet and eat was loads of fun. Didn't see kixie, commonpeople or neonchameleon there, but Dave 3 and some other people I knew came by, and it was all good fun. We sat in front of Starbucks and scared (and possibly scarred) tourists by talking very loudly about leprosy, splitting elves, living hand grenades and all manner of other weirdness, and generally had a good time. At twenty past two, we all went out to Chiquitos and talked RPG plots, novel plots, military tactics, anime and general faff. A good time was, I believe, had by all.

There's apparently fireworks at Alexandra Palace tonight, but can I be arsed? Hell. No. I'm not really all that big on fireworks anyway, and I owe about three thousand words before I go to sleep tonight. Besides, there's also Mage stuff to be thought on and all told, I'm too damn busy to watch things go boom in the sky.

Besides, I can see fireworks from my window. Hellooooooooo, Media Player. I have missed you.

Distractions!

I'm fairly sure the world is conspiring against me right now.

Fine, I'm into five figures on the NaNoWriMo right now, and that's all good. I wanted to have at least 13,000 words done by the end of the week, and now that I have plot, I'm fairly sure I can do that (I'm only a couple of thousand words off). The problem is that Real Life has conspired against me. Yet again. And this time, I haven't even asked for it.

You see, cholten99, as I think I mentioned, is going off to watch fireworks in Alexandra Palace tonight. He's meeting Kat and Mark there. This is all well and good -- leaves me an empty house in which to get some work done. However, the difficulty is that the fireworks aren't lasting very long, and my housemate has had the brilliant idea of inviting them back here after the festivities are over. Great. Wonderful. Loving the hell out of that idea. Really. I'd be loving it a whole lot more if it wasn't for years of politeness training suddenly at war with a desperate desire to get things done.

Look, when you have company at your house, it's damn impolite to lock yourself in your room with the "Do Not Disturb" tag up on your door, and it doesn't matter who invited them. This particularly applies when it's people you like coming over; you don't just ignore your friends, even if you're going to see them in eighteen hours or so. So of course I want to come out and socialise with them. There's just one problem -- a couple of thousand words' worth of problem, to be precise. It's bad enough that people are still blowing shit up outside (Guy Fawkes' was yesterday, you black-powder-happy fuckheads) without the added distraction of hostessdom being thrown at me...

Hang on a second. He's going to invite Mark, who's terribly allergic to animals, here? With Yuki the Incredible Shedding Fluffball wandering around the place? Well, I've just texted him on that subject. I'm just surprised he didn't think of that sooner. Or indeed at all. *shrug*

Anyway, the other problem is that Yahoo Mail simply will not load. I know I have mail. I simply cannot access mail. Grah.

Word Up

13,173 / 50,000 (26.0%)

I'm actually sort of starting to like this story. I have one more 'slice of life' to go for Chapter 1, actually finish the rest of Chapter 2 ... oh, most of you know how I work by now. Bits and bobs, dribs and drabs, then stick 'em all together later. I think nightskywarlock, leopard_lady, aberranteyes, ninja_arzt and 50ftqueenie would know best of all, given they've all written with me once or twice (or lots, in the case of that first) over the years, or at least seen my works in progress.

Still no Yahoo. I don't get it. How does Yahoo just die?

Oh, I don't care. I'm going to bed.