So close, so very close...

I know just enough about military matters to know that the military elements included in this story are entirely ludicrous. However, if I cut them out the story is a lot shorter and less interesting. So the ludicrous elements remain.

I've got this at the beginning of my story now. It's far too true.

Word count: 15,764
Words remaining: 16,083
Coherence: I have mine own dialect. Is there a problem you might have with this? Negative? Good.
Panic Level: I'm sustained and buoyed up by the prospect of Reading Week. It looms so beautifully on the horizon. *grins*

I'm ALMOST at the halfway mark. *grins stupidly*

I don't know if I can make the story stretch, but I will try my darnest. I managed to get 1322 words out of Ben pwning Mr. X/ This is good, is good. Also Ben now has to explain what he was doing beating up a man on someone else's back porch. I hurt him fairly bad, so he might pass out dramatically sometime.

Ben stood up, then slipped in his own blood

I feel sorry for him, but I just couldn't let him have the fight all his own way! He's unarmed, after all, and he basically beat Mr. X into a bloody pulp. With a chair, none the less. Pretty much a man.

Now now, I already know I'm disturbing, and I can rest calmly in the fact that Stephanie is probably worse to her people. For one thing, she kills them, and and and... Yes, I'm prevaricating. Whatever.

Next on the slate: Michael and Lynn discuss things, Ben explains things, Alexander showes up, Alison shoots things... Maybe I'll have Alison shoot Alexander. He needs to die, it is true. Anyways, I'm not pondering it now. Think only on paper. This is my new motto.

Once is chance, twice is coincidence, three times is conspiracy.

I saw that Stephanie had taken this quiz, and decided to take it.
I have the same result?

What type of Fae are you?

"Let's dance."

I only wrote 8oo and someodd words today, but I feel justified since I was crazy last night.

Word count: 14427
Words to go: 17420
Coherence: Um, er, ah, um, er....
Panic Level: I should work on my weeping on cue, that might be useful!

I'm going to run out. I thought I had a lot of word in what I did today, but as previously mentioned, it only took 800 or so words. I'm not even halfway through yet!

However, I still have somethings that might be good, and so far my favourite bits have been unplanned. There we have it! I need to stop planning, unless I have the doc open in front of me. Otherwise it goes all sparse and terse.

Yeah, this was not an inspired day.

-Why didn't you cut yourself?!
-Oh, I'm good with knives.

"Have fun." "Oh, I intend to."

This is what happens when you have multiple writers in the same house

Jasmine: I just shot one of my characters.
Stephanie: Mine all got mind-raped.
Jasmine: oh

I just disposed of 2/3s of my Main characters. I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself. I also got to use the title line, and give Mr. X a chance to show his creepiness. Good times with rhubarb crumble and caffeine overload.

It's funny, I thought up the story and characters before I came to Ottawa, and at the time the names I chose were all not attached to any people I knew. Now half of my MC's share names. Moreover, the characters are pretty much diametrically opposed to the people. The characters are:

• Alison: 18. red hair. Gangly, but can move quite quietly when she wants too. She's got a temper. Good with guns. Uncomfortably accurate memory. Currently planning something illegal.
  
• Katie: 15, (the youngest). Sweet. Stubborn. Talkative. Unexpected planner and observer. Cute. Currently going to fetch firemen.
  
• Ben: 16. Goof ball. Really quiet when he wants to be. Good at recovering from his tactlessness. Hand to hand combat. Currently going to fetch help, and towards a prepared Mr. X.
• Kathleen. 16. Serene. A ridiculous mind for numbers. Currently keeping track of everything that moves in or out.
  
• Lynn: 17. Arrogant. Handsome and boy does he know it. Surprisingly good at acting drunk. Rich. Currently "limp and white" in a storage container in -20 weather.
• Michael: 18. Pretty much a man. Liberating supplies? no problem. Currently tied up and shot in a storage container in -20 weather.
  

Any correlations seen? *smile*

Ah, I like my people, but I like Alison, Lynn and Michael best. I'm glad I'm writing this for an age group which necessitates that I don't kill off my MC's. They can get mauled a bit, but not killed. *gentle smile* However, I need to get Michael to relax a bit.

Seriously.

Just cause he was right, doesn't mean he needs to go about being grim! Maybe blood loss will help.

Where is that other shoe?

So, I'm ten days in, and still enjoying myself. I'm also slightly ahead in terms of word count.

This does not bode well.

Probably I'm gonna run out of story before the words run out. Particularly because I want to write certain important scenes very sparsely. Yes, I will probably run out. *nods wisely*

However, I can always do more views from Mr. X's perspective... and I see potential when Alison is explaining exactly how she acquired those codes.

Hope remains, despite how well I'm currently doing.

I still have to write today, for one.

"What's your area of expertise?" "Guns."

Everything is just about to go very wrong. Things were gently slipping down into the abyss, but now they're just about to go over the edge. *smiles and bobs head*

One of my MC is gonna get shot, and another is going to have a nasty fight. I'm not sure yet how nasty. I'm also going to get Katie out of the way, stubborn girl, and give Alison a gun. *tee-hee*

Oh, this is going to need revision like you wouldn't believe/ but it is such fun.

The answer to that question is both yes and no, in a way....

Word Count: 10,280
Words still to go: 21,667
Coherence: "You mean not every sentence starts with a 3rd person pronoun?"
Panic Level: I have ice cream. It's all good

I should have done this long ago. It makes such a difference to have people to write with; who'll nag me and I them, who understand the complications attacks by random plots puts your life in, and the importance of putting the story down.

People I know talk about music as their drug. I have a growing suspicion that writing is that for me. I'm not saying that I'm any good, but it's something I think I can't not do. It's just a question of whether I do it poorly in my own head or better as I work out the technicalities on paper.

Life is endlessly interesting.