Red Bull truly is the nectar of the Gods.
I was so dead last night after work. But I didn't wan't to not write, so I did what I used to do at OU and got some sugar-free Red Bull and a 32 oz. Diet Mountain Dew from the Kwik Shop and did my best.
I got 1,902 words -- so Chapter Four is done. Much more action again. Though now that Boston's a space cowboy, I need to figure out how to make him more of one. I'm not thinking Mal from "Firefly," but Spike from "Cowboy Bebop." Hmm ...
Anyway, back to work.
Word count: 8,251.
1 comment:
Damn, I go away for a week to have an existential crisis and get bogged down by the Federal Rules of Evidence, and you're writing a novel! Wow! Good on you, man.
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