So burned out I can't think of a decent title
Word Count: 31,212
Progress: Insignificant
Ate: Too much chocolate cake
Drank: Not enough coke
Sanity: 14%
"Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet?
When in this charming car
This charming man..."
And that's why I don't listen to the Smiths when I'm working on my story. I would just write the lyrics over and over again. Screw my novel. I love those first two lines, it's like my mantra: Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate, Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate. Now here's something really bad for contrast. Last line written:
“I guess not.”
posted by Idiot @ 10:33 PM
2 Comments:
I never heard him saying that. I kept hearing Moz moaning some junk and then the last word was "desolee" so I thought he was feeling sorry for himself in French! :)
I am catching up to you! I have a feeling we'll inch towards 40,000, but then in the last weekend, amid the eating, we will make it to the 50K mark--pull all nighters like back in high school if we have to!
That's why I don't listen to any music with lyrics while I'm writing. Too distracting!
And don't worry about a title. It isn't required with the 50k. :)
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