I think I’ve been wooshed. Bummer.
I almost started to create Lesbian Fiction last night. As lovely as that thought is, I hope I managed to rescue myself from a specialist sub-genre.
Because I know how poor your impulse control is. 
Hey, I have fantastic impulse control. I just also happen to have an overwhelming wiseacre impulse, clocking in at over 42 MegaChandlers (MCh).
It’s a disability, really.
Er, I mean, “Could I be anymore disabled?”
But do you also have a third nipple? Because, really, that’s just hot. 
No, no superfluous nipple. Just the regular fluous ones.
At least, I’m pretty sure. I don’t own a full-length mirror - but I think I’d have noticed by now…
Well, that’s good. Because the superfluous ones … well, then you have to deal with the cape and the secret identity, and have you ever tried to put glasses on a nipple? It’s just terribly difficult, really.
Not to mention the problems inherent in your third nipple trying to hold down two jobs or have any kind of social life …
I just meant I need as much help as possible. At this point I’m willing to take material from anywhere, even if it has no relevance to my plotline. I’m a bad, bad writer-type.
I’ve hardly written anything in several days, and I’ll be busy most of this week…this weekend and Thanksgiving are really going to have to pull my fat outta the fire.
Sadly, this thread of conversation has conjured an indeliable image in my mind of a slightly more… masochistic Green Lantern Corps.
Hmph. I just did my first sex scene in 30,000 words … no superfluous nipples … not, actually, all that exciting (more implied than stated, if you see what I mean) … It has, however, had the effect of distracting my main character from the subject of hippogriffs. Which is probably a good thing.
(Hmmm. Sex scene involving hippogriffs? Nah … they’d probably just fall off.)
Well, I’m kinda behind, but I’m still holding out hope. I just broke 20K tonight, which I didn’t expect! I’ve still got so far to go, though…
I blame it on my characters. The two main male leads have developed a mutual crush on each other but refuse to act on it (all entirely unplanned). My good guy is turning out not to be so good after all - I just wrote a big torture scene in which he gets some cold-hearted revenge. And my female main character is on the brink of (unplanned) suicide…
No resemblance to the original outline I had. Seriously. I t’s an entirely different story. But, it’s thus far a 20-thousand word story.
Since tricking Dopers into being in my book, my rate of writing has improved.
I’m still behind, though. 25000 two days late. Wah!
Hey, my big ambition is to get to 25000 TODAY, making me three days late.
OTOH, I’ve only actually written on my novel five days so far.
I’m torn: should I be proud that I’m able to crank out words at a better than 4k per writing day pace? Or ashamed that so far I’ve completely skipped writing on 12 out of 17 days?
The latter, I suspect. :o
Proud, and then dedicated to sitting down for the next seven days straight to finish. I challeng you!
(I could triple dog dare you if that sort of thing works on you.)
I broke 28,000 last night. I also uploaded the latest excerpt. That is as far as I have gotten.
19k for me, and I tell myself I’m not that behind since I restarted on the 9th. This weekend I hope to double that and get to 40k.
For some reason, coming up with names has been the thing I’ve been proudest of in this project. Before, when writing, I would agonize for hours over the proper name, and never included it if I didn’t need to. So far, I think I’ve made more proper names than I have in all my previous writing (which includes 2 basically incoherent novels and several short stories.)
24k and growing.
Zombie Guy Fawkes is about to blow up Parliament, woo woo!
Well, tonight is out – got a family birthday party to throw. But after that, yep, every single day until I’m done, at a minumum of 3k per day. And that DOES include Thanksgiving, it’ll give me a great excuse to eat and run before the inlaws get really deep into the “drink too much and restart all the old battles” part of the evening’s entertainment.
Your zombies seem more with it than most, if they can plot anything, let alone carry it out.
Well, it’ll be an inadvertent destruction brought on by eating the guys who lit the fuses and then eating the guys who would extinguish the fuses, so in a way, they’ll be responsible.