PROFANITY ALERT
There's so much of it concentrated in this...
PROFANITY ALERT
There's so much of it concentrated in this one post, I feel it's only fair to warn you.
Damn it, my computer ate today's post. Nanowrimo Day 2, you'll just have to be shrouded in mystery for now.
I can say that I got through another four chapters of re-formatting, then realized I needed to fix another formatting issue entirely, and re-did what I fixed yesterday. So, all-in-all, I've fixed 51/128 pages in Word, and hopefully I won't have to go through all that again. I should be able to quickly finish my changes to the format tomorrow, cross your fingers. Still no new notable prose.
Notable nanos:
…we were past the city limits sign, and deep in the heart of Country. The smell of cowshit and broken dreams. Aw, yeah .
A bright fire blazed ahead of me in a clearing. One of Dave's teenager parties. I wondered who would die at this one.
"You hear that?" the first of the half-English kids said. "Someone out there?"
"It's an owl, you dumbfuck, didn't you hear it tweet?" said the other.
"Owl's don't tweet, douche-for-brains. They crow."
I confess I did get a little sidetracked by the song titles I'd forgotten about, and I made a little Troll or Derby playlist. It's not finished yet, but I posted it so far, just a bit ago. I'm sure I'll add to that.
Next week, I'll repost the updated TBD playlist I got sidetracked working on today, too. (Thanks, Amy, for posting a spectacular five-star review of TBD to Amazon, in the midst of your own Nanoing!)
PS, I love today's art set for it's own intrinsic value, but I will add that it also has something to do with Dave's mysteriously upholstered Caddy…
