Word Count (Today/Total): 2007/2007
Hours Written (Today/Total): 1.5/1.5
Words Left: 47,993
Morale: bloody hell, what was I thinking?! Oh, and quite psyched too.
Written today: Chapter 1 – In Which Sue Has A Nasty Surprise

Well, I woke up well before the alarm went off at 6am this morning. I was hoping that my dreams would provide good novelling material, but all I dreamt of was writing the damn thing. For some reason I was writing it in fountain pen then typing it in later to get the word count. My writing style was a lot more fluid and readable in the dream too, shame I don’t remember any of the actual words.

Anyway, it’s excerpt day today, for all those lazy gits wise people who don’t want to slog through the whole 2000 words of dross written.

My first line I thought was rather appropriate:

“Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!”

Well it was how I felt at 6.04am this morning when I suddenly realised I was actually going to have to WRITE this thing now instead of just talking about it.

And not forgetting of course, my dare:

Looking around her minimalist apartment she tried to imagine what it would be like living with children, tried to visualise playpens, teddies, and discarded duplo. She really had no idea what it would be like – it was not as if she had ever had much contact with kids at all. She tried to mentally scroll forward a few years and added some batman comics, Barbie, the TV permanently switched to some kids channel blaring exploding death robots or something equally inane. She idly wondered if she would have to exchange her immaculate cream sofa for one more suitably snot and vomit coloured.

My favourite excerpt (and I have used it for my NaNoWriMo profile) though is this:

No, this was RIDICULOUS! What was she thinking?! She couldn’t do this – didn’t have time for the sick and permanently exhausted stage, would look faintly ridiculous in the blooming and blobby stage and wanted to always be able to reach her feet to paint her toenails for the forseeable future, thank you very much! She wasn’t cut out to be a mother, wouldn’t know what to do with a teenager let alone a small crying wailing, vomiting thing. Hell, she didn’t even own a cat because it was too much responsibility. Oh, and she was allergic. Come to think of it, she was probably allergic to babies as well.

Anyway, enjoy. Hope you all have a relaxing weekend. Think of me, with my nose to the grindstone…