Fast Fiction

No sleet, but it was rather chilly this evening and we had an actual thunderstorm here in Los Angeles. I don’t have much time lately with work and this short film thing (I’ll explain that some other time) and the municipal liaison thing and then the kitchen and all that rot.

I went over to The Coffee Table and sat on the back patio in the waning rain and the kerosene heaters and popped my earbuds in with my celtic/new age mix.

I had:
1 pot of Rooibos Tea
A side of Garlic Mashed Potatoes

time…..tally….words…words/minute
8:00…..11,993…..457…..30.47
8:15…..12,432…..439…..29.27
8:30…..13,055…..623…..41.53
8:45…..13,529…..474…..31.60
9:00…..14,069…..540…..36.00

As I posted on my excerpt at the NaNoWriMo site, I have nothing much to say about the actual thing. I don’t recommend reading it, especially at this juncture. I’m working on the interwoven story, but I haven’t done that yet, so it just sits there like a turd in the wrong spot (I’m not sure the right spot for a turd, maybe a kitty litter box or a toilet, but I digress). So, I can only beg your forgiveness or at the very least caution you not to give a looksee until maybe December fifth or so. If even then.

But here it is in a nutshell, this is how Word AutoSummarized the thing:
Dymphna shook her head. Dymphna shook her head. Dymphna shook her head. Dymphna nodded. Dymphna said.
ìIím Dymphna.?(r) Dymphna yelled. Dymphna asked.
Dymphna nodded.
Dymphna shook her head. Dymphna said slowly. Dymphna nodded. Dymphna nodded.
Dymphna said. Dymphna nodded. Dymphna interrupted. Dymphna asked.
Dymphna pulled back. Dymphna nodded. Dymphna nodded.

So, that about brings you up to date. I’ve got a character named Dymphna and she has some sort of trouble with her neck.