It Rises from the Dead
Now I'm officially at 3,551 words. My story has very little planning aside from vague skeletons of characters and a plot, but that's all right. Thanks to this nifty contraption I found called Write or Die, I don't have the time to procrastinate or stop for ideas. So who the hell cares if it makes sense right now?
Current WC: 3,551
Mood: Lazy with a monster headache
Last thing wrote: He looked just as angry, but if he was he hid it well behind his words. "I'm H of G, Captain of the Blanks. We're here in search of someone, someone you might have here."
Note to self: Quit playing off of badly produced movie lines, and find some names.
