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How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

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run the fuck away
And counting. In total, I think I've written for about two hours today in fifteen minute sprints. I can't focus on sitting still and writing for hours. But you should all celebrate my progress by reading the excerpt I've got in my NaNoWriMo profile. It's a fun section, and one of my favorite moments in the book, which is mostly seeing Dick Treacle handle thugs and bullies with extreme predjudice. At some point I'll be hitting the main plotline, though one of the subplots has developed. I'm approaching this with no plan, and no real logic. Things are just happening. It makes me feel like when I wrote my book in high school, though this one is more coherent and sensible. But then, I just scribbled stuff in during classes. In both cases, the resulting story is simply fun. Not deep, not meaningful, but fun. Which is good, because I'm having fun.

I'm really glad I hopped on the NaNoWriMo bandwagon this year, because it's a ball.

In other news, in the next few days I'll be hearing back from Fleet, hopefully telling me that I've got the job. Otherwise, I'll be very upset.
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