Oh the joys of leftover candy. Boo!
I got invited to attend the Pow Wow this year and, this year, I’m going with a press pass. So, maybe, just maybe, if I’m lucky, I won’t have so many shots with railings and weird lights in them. Not to mention really small native Americans dancing around in wild costumes. We’ll see.
For the writing challenge, I’m supposed to write 50,000 words by the end of the month. Phew. That’s a lot. I probably won’t make it but it will be fun to try. The Austin group has a separate challenge in that we’re supposed to somehow work a penguin into our novellas. A penguin. Hmmm. (The good news is that this gets me down to 49,999, the bad news is, “a penguin. Hmmm.”)
Here are my (updated) statistics:
# of words written: About 1500. (Can’t count yet, need to type first.)
# of main characters killed off: 0
# of caffeinated beverages: 0 (well, only like 1 but it was normal)
# of wealthy oddball Hobos who live with penguins in their homes characterized: 1
# of penguins appearing in actual text: 0
# of plots: 0
# of subplots: 49 and a half
Ah, writing. Sometimes I think it would be easier to poke myself in the eye with that pencil.
Until next time…