Boomer Sooner, Boomer Sooner,
Boomer Sooner, Boomer Sooner,
Boomer Sooner, Boomer Sooner,
Boomer Sooner, OK-U!
Oklahoma, Oklahoma,
Oklahoma, Oklahoma,
Oklahoma, Oklahoma,
Oklahoma, OK-U!
I'm a Sooner born,
And a Sooner bred,
And when I die
I'll be Sooner dead!
Rah, Oklahoma! Rah, Oklahoma!
Rah, Oklahoma! OK-U!
When I drove home earlier today, I took Wendy's copy of Chris Baty's book and some checks -- my sister gets a great rate to ship stuff through her office -- and I was going to send her the book and two checks that are potential punishments for not meeting writing goals.
One check will be written to the Kansas Republican Assembly, which will be sent if I don't write 50,000 words by the end of the month. But the other check, the one that was to go to The Posse, the fundraising arm of the Oklahoma State University athletic department, in the event that I couldn't even make half my goal is no longer necessary.
The book is half done.
OK, that might not be quite true. I have no idea how long the book is going to be, but I'm halfway to the goal. And it feels great to know that OSU isn't going to be mismanaging my money.
Poor Aggies!
So Thursday night I did write after work, netting just over 1,700 words, and after driving to Oklahoma City on Friday I got in almost 2,600 words, putting me over the 25,000-word mark. I still haven't made it to Randar 7. We had to stop at a space station to get supplies, and some space marines jumped out of nowhere to waylay our heroes at the end of Chapter 14! What will happen next? (Wish I actually knew)
Anway, now I try to get some sleep. The Sooners scrimmage at 11 a.m. and I want to try to make it.
Word count: 25,209
4 comments:
The space marines are intercepted by the space ninjas. The two parties destroy each other in battle, allowing the heroes to pass.
By the way, if you haven't already, you should liberally overuse the adjective "space" to describe everything, as in "space pajamas," "space waffles," "space picnics," and "space heaters."
Hmmm .... That could really boost my word count! I'd be at 50,000 in no time.
Congratulations! I'm not quite there yet, but I've got 21,000 words, so only 4,000 more by Monday in order to reach the halfway word count by the halfway date. Totally do-able.
Also, it is cheating (although funny) to overuse the word 'space' unless I can somehow come up with a similar adjective to overuse.
How was the scrimmage?
Hmmm ... Wendy, I don't know if this will fit the context of your fantasy story, but you could put magic in front of everything. Magic beans, magic potatoes, magic carpet ride ...
OK, maybe not. But anyway, who needs extra space and magic. (Hey, that's an idea -- space magic!) But I'm glad that we're both on pace.
Didn't make it to the scrimmage, though. It was raining when I woke up, though it seems it didn't rain during the scrimmage. But at least I got more much-needed sleep.
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