Status Report: Week Twenty-Five

SUCCESS!

Word Count: 1036
Subjects: imaginarybeasts

Excerpt: They say the world ended late on a Thursday afternoon, just as the sun was beginning to slant its way downwards and the sky was shading towards pink and orange. It happened quietly, like the quiet moment between one breath and the next: one moment things were as they always were, and then nearly every person on earth went to lie down and die. People call it the Great Quiet, because it was--the world pulled the blankets off and turned out the lights and that was it.

Thoughts: Oh my goodness, sob, I just eked in and made 1036 words at the moment that it went from 11:59 to midnight of Monday. :p This has definitely not been my week productivity-wise, what with being sick and out of it on Monday, tired Tuesday-Thursday, and then working overtime on Friday, which really killed more of my productivity, because I am not really built for getting up before 7. :( I know other people do it all the time, but I am used to getting up at 8, and that sort of threw me for the weekend.

I MADE IT, THOUGH, and it is a first-person past-tense piece, which is very different from pretty much anything else fictional I have written in possibly ever, and if not, then in a very long time. HERE'S TO HOPING NEXT WEEK WILL BE BETTER! \o/;;

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... so what do YOU do, when you want to write fic for a character who is not just smarter than you, but more clever than you, too, in variously obvious and snappy ways?

:(