I reached the 30000 word summit last night.
Two chapters to go for the end of October.
It's all war now!
Two chapters to go for the end of October.
It's all war now!
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9 comments:
So, how'd it end up...success? Bitter failure? Are you going to be drinking the milk and honey of success, or obtaining rope with which to hang yourself from the shower rod?
A little of both.
Let's just say that part 2 is going to start a chapter or two earlier than originally planned and leave it at that.
I got to 35000 words, anyway.
So, you're going to get a cow, milk it, and then hang the cow from the shower rod? Works for me! (By the way, who is actually capable of hanging themselves from a shower rod? They aren't the sturdiest of items.)
Well, Part 1 was getting uppity, constantly going on about it's impressive size, so good for Part 2!
Jesse Row, I'm sure, could give it a go. He was light!
Yah!
True...him, and perhaps starving children. That's about it.
Ah, cows hanging from shower rods.
It's a wonder I don't get more comments on my blog.
I can't understand the lack of universal appeal.
Oh, and FELICIA MOON! (rimshot)
Always with the class, there, Cliff. In fact, I think we need to coin a new word for when Cliff says anything. Hm... an amalgamation of Cliff and Class. Oh, Clifass. There it is. Maybe I should hyphenate it. Clif-ass. Much better.
Very nice. Consider it me-approved, which I know is of utmost importance to people.
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