Shiny Grimer
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Of course I'm not forcing you to do anything if you don't want to, but seriously, what have you got to lose? Five seconds of your life?
The first sentence is currently crazy out of context until I get further into the scene, but isn't it great that way?Schrödinger was on her fourth bowl of beer when the Aerodactyl attacked her.
She had been out late at the scene of another Feral attack. This latest one was a Lickitung who had come from somewhere out of town sputtering and braying about how he’d found religion with the human worshippers, waving crudely painted cardboard signs about salvation, fire, brimstone and ‘will shoe U the light of Rellijin for food’ at every Pokémon that passed him on the street. So few of the Liberated remembered or cared to remember their own religion, let alone were interested in any gods or prophets shoved in their faces by humans or vagrant Pokémen, that he’d been chased off by just about everyone he’d met. Until, of course, he met the Feral, who welcomed him with open jaws and empty stomachs. All that the Restoration Committee trash collector who’d called the police had found in the alleyway were little bits of tongue and tail and scraps of skin, all scattered on the ground with what few shreds were left of the Lickitung’s simple signage.
Ugh, it's so true, too. There's a piece of new fanfiction that's been wooing me for the past few days, and it's really distracting. It's claiming to be no more than a long one-shot but I know you really want to become chaptered don't you I can see through your lies!!To those of you who are feeling down about your NaNos and are thinking of switching: I hope you give today's pep talk a thorough look-see. :P
Ugh, it's so true, too. There's a piece of new fanfiction that's been wooing me for the past few days, and it's really distracting. It's claiming to be no more than a long one-shot but I know you really want to become chaptered don't you I can see through your lies!!
In other news, I think I might go for 5,000 a day for the next three days so that I can finish by the end of the weekend. Apparently I can't do math or I managed to fall way behind my schedule somewhere, because I was supposed to be done Saturday with no such exertion. =/
“Ear infection…” whispered Jem. He reached for the bottle. “I was driving back from work, and then it hit me.” He managed to get one of the pills and popped it into his mouth. “I stopped by the pharmacy for painkillers.”
Sergio reached for a blanket and turned a knob on the faucet. He ran the blanket under the now-warm water and then turned the faucet off. He handed the blanket to Jem. “I’ve heard this is useful for quelling earach-“ Jem grabbed the towel and pressed it to the left side of his face before Sergio could finish.
“Funny, I thought you’d think it was part of a conspiracy designed to make people deaf or something,” said the blond jokingly. “Want me to fetch the onions?”
“No,” whispered Jem. “That’s not a conspiracy. Some things are too cruel to be planned.”
“…What?”
“Forget it. You wouldn’t understand.”
Sergio sighed heavily. “I’m going back to sleep then, okay?”
“Whatever.”
“Good night.” Sergio walked back into Jem’s room, leaving Jem sprawled out on the floor.
“Aiiiie… the pain…” He whimpered.
“Ahh but it burns. It is a hammer banging a naaaaaail in my heeead and the sickle ch-chops my eearr off and aaah bags of mooooney… Bags of money… fall on me and make me flat… ooh…”
The blond sighed and looked up. “Jem, you should take your phone with you. Go for a while and then if you need to, call me and I’ll come. I know for certain you’re not driving with an ear infection.”
“Ahh draaaaved beee’orre-aaaaAAAAH!”
“Jem, stop screaming and get over it. You’re going.”
“Aat herts herts herts ay ay ay-“
“Stop that.” Sergio put his forehead to his palm and stormed out of the room while Jem continued to moan.
The NaNo FAQ Page said:What if I start and don't finish? Or hit 50,000 words but I'm only halfway through my novel?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
And the 50,000-word goal is a threshold, not necessarily a stopping place. Reaching 50k and realizing you still have a lot of wrapping up to do is a good thing---it gives you something to come back and work on later.
No two word count programs use the same method of calculating words. Things vary. Such as:
-Are you counting words that are purely numerals: (e.g. 2008, 12)
-Words containing numbers and letters? (34A, etc.)
-Are hyphenated words one word or two? What about words separated by other punctuation, like slashes or apostrophes?
-If there are headers/footers/footnotes in your work, are those counted? Are they counted more than once?
and more besides. Some word counters have options you can turn on and off, so if for example you don't want to count pure numerals as words you can tell it not to.