This is it. The last stretch. Crunch time. Petal to the metal.
Tomorrow marks the end of Round 2 of A Round of Words in 80 Days, which you’re either probably sick of me talking about or have been awesome in encouraging me to make it through my measly little goal of finishing a damn story for it. So today my goal is to just churn out a bunch of words, however horrible or awful they may be in conjunction with each other, until that damn couple across the courtyard are dead and murdered, and that damn main character is standing there covered in their blood and thinking that maybe she shouldn’t have done that.
Also, I still don’t have a bloody title. So if anyone has any suggestions for what to call a story about a psychotic neighbour who kills the guy she’s fallen in love with and his wife, let’s hear them. I’m tempted to just title it as the typical kind of name you get in cookie-cutter apartment complexes: Arbor Glen, Pleasant Lake, Lake Pointe, Orchard Grove.
(Two of those are actually apartment complexes I’ve lived in).
I like having a deadline. It’s exciting, but it’s also a little worrisome. I like to think that, when I get home from work, before I tuck in for the night, I’ll be able to finish up whatever I might not be able to do this morning, but I’m worried that I just don’t have the willpower. I’ve gotten lazy. Outside of the NaNoWriMos that I’ve habitually failed to complete, I haven’t had a real deadline since college, which was about four years ago. Still, there’s the encouraging fact that, when I did have deadlines in school, I did my best work when I was supposed to be in bed, but knew I had to finish this before the morning, so I was just working on adrenaline and hope. Whether that transfers as well to fiction as it did term papers, we shall see.
This post delayed thanks to the combined efforts of Firefox being all buggy and silly, my shower being all pressureless and silly, and Baldur, one of my cats, being all cuddly and silly this morning. At least the latter part is enjoyable; the others, not so much. Off I go, to see if the shower is working yet and, if not, to more writing!