Tag: writing

The demon dug its hooves into the roof of the car, but it didn’t quite make a dent. It wasn’t all that heavy or tough, but it also wasn’t a quitter.
The Estate was just up ahead; we came to the brick wall on our left, and Theo gunned the car harder. He and Lauriette whooped while my mom, Limerick, the jackalope, and I held on for dear life.
“How are we getting rid of this thing, again?” I yelled, hoping someone would hear me over the engine, tires, and the frightened cries of the demon.

i feel bad for the jackalope now

The demon dug its hooves into the roof of the car, but it didn’t quite make a dent. It wasn’t all that heavy or tough, but it also wasn’t a quitter.
The Estate was just up ahead; we came to the brick wall on our left, and Theo gunned the car harder. He and Lauriette whooped while my mom, Limerick, the jackalope, and I held on for dear life.
“How are we getting rid of this thing, again?” I yelled, hoping someone would hear me over the engine, tires, and the frightened cries of the demon.

i feel bad for the jackalope now

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ickaimp replied to your post: “writing on cold medicine was probably not my brightest idea. me: this…”:

Writing on cold mess can be either the greatest or worst decision evah. Ya never know what you’re gonna get when you get off them, brilliance, or gibberish.

Probably a mix of both. It’s part of why I like doing NaNoWriMo so much… you’re writing so much, so fast, and in such a delirious haze that often times brilliance pours from you and you don’t realize it until you’ve had a month or six to recover and you look back and go “wait I don’t remember writing this… this is actually pretty good???” 

it’s such a fun and confusing feeling.

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ickaimp replied to your post: “writing on cold medicine was probably not my brightest idea. me: this…”:

Writing on cold mess can be either the greatest or worst decision evah. Ya never know what you’re gonna get when you get off them, brilliance, or gibberish.

Probably a mix of both. It’s part of why I like doing NaNoWriMo so much… you’re writing so much, so fast, and in such a delirious haze that often times brilliance pours from you and you don’t realize it until you’ve had a month or six to recover and you look back and go “wait I don’t remember writing this… this is actually pretty good???” 

it’s such a fun and confusing feeling.

writing on cold medicine was probably not my brightest idea.

me: this is now reading like an mbav episode
theo is making stupid jokes in the car and everyone else is screaming with a demon on the roof…
I just
whatever
LOL wifyr can fix it for me
John: so there’s a talking cat AND a talking jackalope…
me: it’s not what it looks like1
me: sort of
me: MADCAP MusIC PLAYS
me: *runs away*
career: *????evr existed???* 

@anyahatesbunnies: …

writing on cold medicine was probably not my brightest idea.

me: this is now reading like an mbav episode
theo is making stupid jokes in the car and everyone else is screaming with a demon on the roof…
I just
whatever
LOL wifyr can fix it for me
John: so there’s a talking cat AND a talking jackalope…
me: it’s not what it looks like1
me: sort of
me: MADCAP MusIC PLAYS
me: *runs away*
career: *????evr existed???* 

@anyahatesbunnies: …

Fishsticks is now at 83,337 words and is speeding right into the climax! 

For context, the compiled pdf is 376 pages long, and would be roughly 334 paperback novel pages. 

The jackalope scene was fun to write. Tomorrow: the Grim Reaper!

Fishsticks is now at 83,337 words and is speeding right into the climax! 

For context, the compiled pdf is 376 pages long, and would be roughly 334 paperback novel pages. 

The jackalope scene was fun to write. Tomorrow: the Grim Reaper!

Me: salmon is getting punched by a jackalope rn
do you ever sometimes just stop
and go “what am I writing”
Cori: …

Me: salmon is getting punched by a jackalope rn
do you ever sometimes just stop
and go “what am I writing”
Cori: …