Words Written Today: 1186
Total Words Written: 5442
Write-ins attended: 2
Words Written at a Write-in Today: 1078
Total Words Written at Write-ins: 3079
Cups of Coffee/Tea: 7
Plans Changed to Accommodate More Writing: 2
Named Characters Killed: 0
Scenes Completed: 9
Scenes that Will Probably be Cut Later: 4
Random Ideas Generated: 5
- I will seriously need to hire a team of males to point out all the places my main character sounds like a chick. Hint: there’s a lot of them.
- It pains me to say it, but there is in fact such a thing as too much coffee.
- It’s hard to type and eat a sandwich at the same time.
- My spell check is not psychic.
- My vocabulary and I are not on speaking terms today, apparently.
- I’m a little low today’s word count but still a bit ahead of the game. I’m hoping to add a larger buffer this weekend.
Last Line I Wrote Today:
When the bartender brought —
Yes, I stopped writing in the middle of a sentence. That’s how hard my vocabulary is fighting me tonight.
Up until that point, Lauren had been one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had a bombshell figure, a seductive smile and an air of alluring confidence. The woman that had just walked in to the club was a step above all that and put Lauren to shame. She was absolutely stunning.
Her skin was very fair and flawless in that way that porcelain is, and her features were vaguely Nordic. Her long, light blonde hair was streaked with blues and pinks in a few places, and she looked around the room with ice blue eyes. As she shrugged out of her coat, I noticed that she had a tattoo of a large palm tree on her forearm, and her slender frame had just enough muscle to indicate that she took really good care of herself.
I must have spent just a tick too long staring at her, because the girl I’d been chatting to a moment earlier huffed and left her seat. I groaned quietly. She had been nice to talk to, seemed at least a little interested in me, and I really could have used a bite to eat that evening, all things considered.
Word of the Day:
Noun: A characteristic rising and falling of the voice when speaking; a pleasant gentle accent.