I'm so tired right now. That I can't think straight. (Those two lines come out approximately to the tune of Stan Walker's Choose You.)
I'm technically writing the most interesting parts of this story, but as always, I find them tedious and boring to write. I like beginnings and the moments between the action when anything can happen, instead of what's supposed to happen.
I also can't bring myself to write during daylight hours. So by the time night rolls around I am way too tired to make any sort of sense. I suspect that if I read this tomorrow there'll be a couple of typos.
Seriously, some strange things have happened today. I think Hargraves has developed something of a crush on Zambini. So now I'm looking at them sexually, when I didn't before. I'd neutered them, and now I have to pretend they're real people. I don't like doing that even though I'm sure it makes the writing more believable... mostly because I'm afraid they'll take the story somewhere it's not supposed to go.
I mean, I think the last time this happened was NaNo '07 when it was some blah romance about some people who were practically betrothed ending up together anyway. Instead the chick became something of a villain and the dude's soulmate turned out to be a transvestite. Not that I've got anything against that, really. It turned a blah story into something more interesting, but it wasn't the story I wanted to write. The first quarter of this story is written from the girl's perspective before it shifted to the dude's. Basically, I haven't managed to revise it into something that someone else could read. I don't want that to happen to this story. I want people to be able to read it, instead of just being one more guilty pleasure.
...and I so didn't mean to write this much about stuff that didn't really happen today. I've always thought I'm more thoughtful later at night. Or well, not thoughtful, another word that escapes me at the moment. That happens to me a lot. When I can't find the right word I just replace it with something that I know is wrong.
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