NaNo! Days 4&5~

It was a dark night, and though it was not particularly stormy, there might have been a slight dribble of rain outside. However, the fervently moving fingers inside did not know about any such things as they practically flew over the keyboard. They had been doing little else for the past day. After leaving class, she had done nothing but sat at her computer, more or less writing all the time, only occasionally taking the necessary break for visiting the bathroom or eating or casually stabbing her far too stubborn characters to death.

Finally, on the 5th of November, at 23:34, ther writing program finally displayed a five-digit number starting with a... five.

She had achieved Nirvana. Well, something pretty damn close to it, anyway. NaNoWriNa might've been closer.

So! After a day and a half of frantic writing (clocked in 14k on the 5th, goodness me), filled with researching (and then more or less lovingly describing) enucleation aftercare (that's the removal of an eyeball for those of you blinking sleepily at the screen), contemplating the woes of babies waking up in the middle of the night when you really really like sleep, and figuring out the general timeline, I have achieved the (first) goal of the month: The 50k mark.

Thank you, thank you, this is far too much, really, such praise is most undeserved. I'd like to thank caffeinated drinks, Write or Die, those two friends who always seemed to be just a few words ahead no matter what, and...

Yeah, that is, right. For those interested, the sentence that finally tipped the scales was,

It was just an evolutionary reflex, he knew, just the way his brain had been made because after all he was still just a human even if he wasn't one of those stupid herbivores, but as Shou's tears slowly ebbed away and he gave a little smile around the nipple of the bottle Kyouya found his own lips curving just a bit further, too.

(Okay, so actually it was There was a slight smile on Kyouya's second-in-command's face, but the first one is much sweeter, wouldn't you agree?)

So, among other things, I wrote about holding a crying child. And the scars left from grave injuries. And asking Papa difficult questions about his eye. And okay, fine, holding someone who's neither a baby nor crying.

That said, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty happy with the amount of big words one can fit into something that simply means "You're a consenting adult, stop blushing like a kid who heard a dirty word".

"Perhaps I am." Finally, Hibari gave up the pretense of reading, lifting his eye to look directly at Hayato from where he sat quite calmly on the couch. "You are behaving quite childishly, Gokudera Hayato. We are both adults, as I understand, despite your occasional rather juvenile behaviour, and as such, I would assume we are capable of handling the matter in a somewhat mature fashion. Yes, we did engage in sexual activities last night, in my bed, in this house. To my understanding all this happened on mutual agreement, with acknowledgement and acceptance of our individual sexual desires and preferences. Given the preceding conversation, as well as the fact neither of us seemed too intent on letting any such activities have a further effect on our day to day life, I cannot help but rather wonder at your current behaviour."

...Wouldn't you agree?

So! At the end of the fifth day, I stand as follows:

Words total: 50,146
Completed chapters: 3
Completed scenes: 19
Scenes total: 30

Also, tip of the day: If you make an assassin babysit your infant, make sure you're not too attached to the couch. Trust me, you'll be better for it.

NaNo! Day 3~

Today, I didn't really write very much. I was still too tired in the morning, spent most of school drawing some more planning pictures for my sci-fi and the really annoying fanfic bunny, and then got home so late, I was just hungry and tired and annoyed and all things bad. Got still 6k together altogether, which I suppose isn't that bad.

This thing just keeps throwing details my way from everywhere... seriously, the words "Auntie Luss" were never meant to pass mortal lips, yet here I am, staring at them on my screen. Honestly. The thought of babysitting assassins seemed silly but doable before I wrote it. Now it's silly and absurd and I really really really want to keep it in the story. Poor Hayato just can't get a break.

I've absolutely no idea which part I'll attack tomorrow. Hopefully I can come up with something tomorrow at school. At least I won't have any classes on Friday, so I can use all of that to catch up~ Of course, seeing as I seem to be planning to hit the 50k on Friday, there's a lot to catch up with. XD But hey, I can't be any worse than the others, now can I?

So, today, I was writing about this, among other things.


And at the end of the third day, I stand as follows:

Words total: 26,628
Completed chapters: 2
Completed scenes: 12
Scenes total: 18

Countdown Approaching End~

Only a couple of days until the start of NaNoWriMo. I just can't wait to get started. The story idea is getting more detailed, I'm drawing more and more pictures to go with it, and I'm already thinking of which scenes I want to write first and how to tie them together and then divide into chapters. All in all, the only problem is the time I still have to wait.

Well, that and the other ideas. Teeny tiny oneshot bunnies would be more than welcome, as I could spend the waiting time writing them, but instead I get epic multichapter bunnies that breed and split into more and more bunnies. I have two or three fanfic ideas with complicated backgrounds, plenty of flashbacks, chracter development, complex original characters, and very unlikely relationships. One threatens to be at least a dozen chapters long, while the others tell me they would prefer to be trilogies. I don't have time for trilogies right now.

...At least, since they're not my NaNo, there's no reason I can't write down certain lines as they pop into my mind... like "I always loved you. I was just never in love with you. I could have made you happy if you hadn't asked for that."

Also, how many different pieces of jewellery can one make with the same pattern/symbol? Hairpins, earrings, bracelet, necklace/charm, rings, maybe anklet -- anything else? I've rather abandoned the thought of keychains or mobile phone straps, since the jewellery in question is supposed to be at least semi-precious -- the kind a fairly wealthy father would give to his only daughter once a year. And is it too cruel to give a bitter, jealous wife a name meaning "happy"?