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NaNoWriMo : Word Count & Excerpt
The NaNoWriMo site has been going up and down like a yoyo. Normally not an issue, the tiny bolt of pleasure seeing my word count meter go up was denied to me, (okay, I know, silly, but wah)
Today, oh happy day, it came back up and I was able to update my new word count to...
...Yeah, 50,000? Ouch. I have a long way to go. -wibbles-
Excerpt (warning: unbetaed, rough):
I hoped he was, like me, aware of people around him, but not at the fact that people streamed in to say goodbye. I never knew then that was what was happening to me. I heard voices, but not the words. I felt the hum of their presences, but not the warmth of their hands. I knew in some level I wasn't alone even if I couldn't name who was there; just the sense like at the corner of my eye that it was someone I knew. It is something I hold on to now when I think about my father. It was the first time I ever felt this close to him since he died over fifteen years ago.
Today, oh happy day, it came back up and I was able to update my new word count to...
...Yeah, 50,000? Ouch. I have a long way to go. -wibbles-
Excerpt (warning: unbetaed, rough):
I hoped he was, like me, aware of people around him, but not at the fact that people streamed in to say goodbye. I never knew then that was what was happening to me. I heard voices, but not the words. I felt the hum of their presences, but not the warmth of their hands. I knew in some level I wasn't alone even if I couldn't name who was there; just the sense like at the corner of my eye that it was someone I knew. It is something I hold on to now when I think about my father. It was the first time I ever felt this close to him since he died over fifteen years ago.