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Lost in NaNo-Land----Days 8,9,10,11,12....

Title: D.E.A.T.H.-- Department of Eternal And Temporal Holdings
Word Count: 12,047

Another 5 days have passed, with little progress made in the area of word count. Seems funny, really, that I can stall myself for days, when all I have to do is effectively vomit words onto a page. I mean, no one ever has to read this mess of a story. Why does it matter if only 1 page out of 25 makes sense? So what if I don't have an exact plot... I just have to put words down on a page, right?

After passing the first hurdle of 10K words, which seems to be the necessary point for me to reach before a plot-less story suddenly starts writing itself, I can expect that the word count will go up exponentially.... the only thing stopping me, is ... me--- and my inability to sit myself down in front of the keyboard.

Anyway, here's to renewed enthusiasm and an inspired word count... I could sure use the word count, lol---

What I've learned about my story these last few days---
--- souls only have a few runs at enrichment before they are considered 'dead' and have to be disposed of
--- the 'dead' essence is to be used by D.E.A.T.H. to create new reapers, sifters, time keepers, etc.
--- the main building of D.E.A.T.H. sits on top of the infinite mountain of time that is situated in the center of the universe.

Here's to finding out what will happen next----

Happy NaNo-ing!!!


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  1. Excellent! And you're still ahead of me. :)

    Go get 'em!

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    1. LOL... you've still got time, my friend!!!

      :-)

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  2. I don't know whether you hit 50k or not... but at least you have more words than you started with.

    Stopping by on the Post A To Z Road Trip :)

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