It’s 3:45am on the 19th of November and for the first time in several days the word count in my NaNoWriMo progress tracker has increased. Granted, it technically only increased by 250 words, but that’s because I didn’t want to update my word count until what I’d written in Out of the Shadows exceeded what I’d written Yesterday’s Tomorrow. All 9,575 of the words represented by that progress meter are new words, written since the 15th.
Researching how to relocate a dislocated shoulder earlier today made me very paranoid about my own shoulders. Don’t try to reach something behind you while seated, kids. Really. Just… don’t do it. Ugh.
Tonight, I dislocated and relocated a very bad man’s shoulder, killed a hooker, and drove a Cadillac Escalade to Lakewood. Tomorrow I’ve got acres of ass to kick if I want to get that kid back.
P.S. The non-dead hooker’s daughter is named Eve, at the suggestion of Rae Lamond.
P.P.S. The guy who got nailed with a baton, kneed in the crotch and then tased is named Mick. Sorry, Mr. Bradley.
P.P.P.S. You’ll get yours soon enough, Mr. Miller.
P.P.P.P.S. Who else wants a piece of this?