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NaNoWriMo has trained me horribly for this Big Bang thing (or... writing in general). Because I keep going "OH NO, I'VE ONLY WRITTEN 500 WORDS TODAY. I'M NEVER GOING TO FINISH. I MIGHT AS WELL GIVE UP NOW." (...I swear I'm not that dramatic about it. But the way I'm spazzing about it, you'd think it is that dire.)
In reality, I still have more than two months in which to finish a draft. And unless my progress chart is lying to me, I only have to write 200 words a day to make 20k. JESUS, THAT IS SO FUCKING EASY. WHY IS MY BRAIN TRYING TO CONVINCE ME I'VE ALREADY FAILED?
Of course, there's always the part where I'm pretty certain I'm going to need 25-30k words to actually finish the story, but I'm... dealing with that. I'm not so much scared of the word count as I am getting to the end part of the story and going "OH GOD I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. FUCKING TORCHWOOD." (There actually is a reason to blame Torchwood in this story. I'm not just randomly cursing them. Just so you know.)
In other, non-Big Bang related news, we might be venturing out into the world today. On the bus, because I refuse to get in the car again until it actually has a license plate on it (don't ask, seriously). I don't know where we're going, but I'm voting for a coffee shop and writing. And a bookstore, because we are in desperate need of A Local Habitation. Yes.
...it would figure that the past few days have been awesome and sunny, and then as soon as we decide to venture into the world, everything turns gray and ugly. Not cool, universe. ...though I suppose it does give me an excuse to wear my longcoat out. I love my longcoat.
EDIT: And then it started raining. Why, universe? Why would you do that to me? *Wibble*
In reality, I still have more than two months in which to finish a draft. And unless my progress chart is lying to me, I only have to write 200 words a day to make 20k. JESUS, THAT IS SO FUCKING EASY. WHY IS MY BRAIN TRYING TO CONVINCE ME I'VE ALREADY FAILED?
Of course, there's always the part where I'm pretty certain I'm going to need 25-30k words to actually finish the story, but I'm... dealing with that. I'm not so much scared of the word count as I am getting to the end part of the story and going "OH GOD I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. FUCKING TORCHWOOD." (There actually is a reason to blame Torchwood in this story. I'm not just randomly cursing them. Just so you know.)
In other, non-Big Bang related news, we might be venturing out into the world today. On the bus, because I refuse to get in the car again until it actually has a license plate on it (don't ask, seriously). I don't know where we're going, but I'm voting for a coffee shop and writing. And a bookstore, because we are in desperate need of A Local Habitation. Yes.
...it would figure that the past few days have been awesome and sunny, and then as soon as we decide to venture into the world, everything turns gray and ugly. Not cool, universe. ...though I suppose it does give me an excuse to wear my longcoat out. I love my longcoat.
EDIT: And then it started raining. Why, universe? Why would you do that to me? *Wibble*
