NaNo Day Three, Work Day Two, Write-In Pictures!

Yesterday was quite exhausting. I got up earlier than I'm used to, but still not as early as I needed to, battled traffic for forty minutes, and began my first day at work. Yesterday was also the second day of NaNo, and I made my word count goal for yesterday as well as today. I'm at 7,115 words as of this moment (only actually needed about 5,000 by today), but I'm probably going to head off to bed after I make this post. Tomorrow should be a more productive day, since I'll have some downtime in the morning.

My new job is pretty interesting. I'm beginning on ammonia distillation and then I'll be doing the reading to make sure the various wastewater treatment plants around Houston aren't harming the environment. Tomorrow I'll actually get to do some hands-on stuff.

But enough about that. I went to my first NaNoWriMo write-in on Sunday, and though I only wrote about 700 words while I was there, I got to meet a bunch of people. We met at the TeaHouse in Sugar Land, which is a pretty awesome bubble tea place. There's another one by where I work, but I haven't stopped in yet. I will though, I will.

All of the pictures I took at the write-in are viewable in their own little Flickr set, so go check them out if you get bored. We had quite a few people there, so it was pretty fun.

 

The picture above was actually before several more people showed up. After that, I couldn't really fit everyone in the frame, since some were hiding by the plugs. When the bugs got kind of bad, a few people went inside. The only problem with writing outside is that power cables only reach so far! It was all good fun, though. We made fun of Twilight, got to know each other, and had a lot of laughs. Who needs productive writing?

Here's another little random bit from my writing. This is from chapter three (remember, really rough draft!):


Someone was walking towards me from the hallway to my left. Down that way was my English class. The girl’s high-heeled shoes clicked on the linoleum as she walked, sashaying down the hallway. I recognized that walk. It was Michelle’s walk, honed by years of cheerleading and dance classes. She was the most popular girl in school, and always dressed like she was going to a party. Designer accessories, dresses that only she could wear without getting in trouble for violating dress code, and always immaculate makeup. Always trailing around several boyfriends, too beautiful to ever have to chose one.

Too bad she was dead