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Here's another one. ~786 words.

The Shower (Click to Show)

Kelsey yawned. She and Harry had been waiting for about an hour for the meteor shower to start....and? Is that it? Harry had heard that it would happen around 7:40 that night, and insisted on coming here early, in case of traffic. Fortunately (or unfortunately), traffic was surprisingly light, and they made it to the lookout spot a bit too early. What relevance does this hold to the story. Why do we care that they got there early?

"Is it about time yet?" she called out to Harry. "Just a few more minutes," he replied, adjusting the angle of his tripod-mounted camera. "Oh man, this is going to be awesome!" He looked positively giddy with anticipation. "I heard that this was going to be the biggest meteor storm in history!" "Do you think any of them'll hit us?" Kelsey joked. "Nah. The odds of that happening are..." Harry paused for a moment. "One in... seven hundred thousand... Yeah,"Do your reseach. Meteor showers have absolutely zero chance of hitting, because they happen hundreds of miles away. Next, don't throw numbers out there, dude. What the fuck, 1 in 700,000? Did you even think about that? Did you know that with 1 in 700,000 chances, that means that if there was a meteor shower in NYC, 10 people would be hit by meteors, every shower? Does that sound "impossible"? he confirmed, "One in seven hundred thousand. Those are your odds of getting hit by one." *If only the Powerball had odds that low.* Kelsey mused. *But then again,* she frowned. *I probably wouldn't win much either. Maybe.*

A brief flash lit up the sky, snapping Kelsey out of her musings. "It's starting!" Harry cried out. He quickly turned on the camera and double checked to see if it was positioned correctly. "Ohboyohboyohboy..." Satisfied that it was finished, he stepped back and sat down next to Kelsey to enjoy the show. At first, there were only a few barely noticable strands of light that came and went at almost the blink of an eye. Then, as if someone suddenly twisted open a celestial faucet, hundreds, thousands of meteorites suddenly started streamed from the sky. Kelsey and Harry stared in awe. "Wow," Kelsey breathed. Never had she seen anything like this. "I know, right?" Harry answered, almost at a whisper. Kelsey didn't reply, too enraptured by the sight before her. They just sat there together, silently staring at the night sky. After a while, Harry spoke.

"Thanks again for taking the time to bring me here, Kelse." "It wasn't any problem, really," Kelsey replied. "Besides, I get to see a once-in-a-lifetime event." "Actually, meteor showers are a pretty common occurance," Harry corrected. "It's just that this one's more spectacular, is all." Kelsey chuckled. "Way to ruin the mood." Harry slumped a bit. "O-oh. S-sorry," he mumbled. "Oh, it's all right," Kelsey said, waving it off. learn to chemistry. This dialogue is really hamfisted, and weird, and had no reason to occur. When people talk, they have a reason, and a message. The dialogue here is neither. It's just words plastered together."I know how much you love astronomy. I wish I had your level of dedication with my work." Harry didn't answer, but he seemed to straighten up and gave her a faint smile. wrong use of tenses

"Oh, look at that one!" He pointed to a particularly bright meteorite. "It looks like it's coming this way!" Kelsey squinted. "Yeah, it does look like that, doesn't it?"

KRA-KOOM

They jumped as the meteorite slammed into- and through- wtf are you doing don't do that shit, just choose one word. Choose through. Not into. Through. One word. Less is more.a nearby tree, toppling it. Harry hopped to his feet and ran towards the crash zone, Kelsey not too far behind. The meteor was a short distance away from the tree, in a relatively small crater. It was round, almost sperical, and looked to be about the size of a basketball. Surprisingly, Kelsey didn't see any fires, nor did she feel any excessive heat radiating from the meteorite.
"I thought that there would be more fire," Kelsey stated.that's it. That's all she said after almost getting killed by a space rock. "I thought there'd be more fire." She's not scared or shaken at all. Just bored. "Oh, that's mostly Hollywood, making it fancy," Harry answered, approaching the meteorite. "In truth, a meteorite actually tends to be warm, or even cool upon impact." With a grunt, he picked it up. "Whoa," he groaned,"this thing's pretty heavy."Any amateur meterologist also knows that meteors are coated in so much radiation upon entry to the atmosphere that actually touching one is a fucking deathwish. Harry touching the meteor probably gave him cancer. He looked at it closely before handing it to Kelsey.she has cancer too, now. "It looks to me like it's most likely a chondrite" Kelsey studied the round stone in her hands. It certainly was quite weighty. Possibly about thirty or so pounds, and it looked to be composed of hundreds of smaller sperical pebbles and stones.

Harry spoke as Kelsey set down the meteorite. "You know, an interesting thing about chondrites: they're known to contain small bits of organic matter." Kelsey snorted, "What, you mean like aliens?" "Yep," he replied. At that moment, the meteorite split open with a loud CRACK. "What the-!" Before Harry could finish, a cloud of smoke burst out of the meteorite and enveloped both of them.

Kelsey tried to hold her breath, but she had already inhaled a bit of the smoke, which began to severely irritate her lungs, and caused her to cough involuntarily. The pain was excruciating, making her collapse in a shuddering, coughing fit. Next to her, Harry was curled up in a ball, dry heaving next to a puddle of his own vomit. She tried to crawl away, to get a breath of fresh air, but before she could get very far, everything went dark. that was went abrupt really quickly

If this were part of a bigger story it'd make more sense, but as a self-contained passage it doesn't give me a message, nor tell me a story.

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If this were part of a bigger story it'd make more sense, but as a self-contained passage it doesn't give me a message, nor tell me a story.

Yeah, I was writing it with a bigger story in mind. I may actually write another part later.

Sorry guys, but I cannot do it today. I will try to compensate by doing 400 words or so soon.

I am an absolute Kapo when it comes to writing, but look at it this way. This is the same stuff my martial arts instructors tell me every time we train:

"I'll absolutely destroy you and correct every little thing you do, but keep in mind that you having the willingness to be here in the first place speaks a lot about you."

Sure, I'll poop all over your writing, but keep in mind that at the end of my review, I'm saying:

"Thank you very much for posting your writing, and listening to my input and criticism. It means a lot to me that you'd take my advice, and it should mean a lot to you that I'm giving it to you. Thank you for having the willingness to improve."

I need someone to do that to me. I'm always trying to improve, but I haven't had anything to go by except my own self-judgement for a long time. Though I do get that I haven't explained much about my storyline yet, so maybe there hasn't been much to comment on.

I'm bored so I'm going to CNC. Gasp. Calm down everyone, I don't even know if I'll do it for everyone. But I'll be doing it in order.


*I will not point out basic grammatical mistakes unless it's serious and changes the meaning of things. All these pieces are written quickly so I expect you might've either edited just once or not at all.
**Also, pls do not answer my questions unless you are disagreeing with my CNC. I mean, don't answer them directly. I am asking them because I want you as a writer to realize that your own info is missing or lacking or wrong and by internally answering my questions, you can improve your piece further and explain things better. So don't answer me. Answer to yourself.
***Nobody tell me its a first draft that's why it sucks. It's a first draft, everybody knows that. I'm already helping you flesh it out.

Error 1
- Green Plants? As opposed to what?
- like dark claws? So the trees are black as shit?. And aren't claws curving downwards instead of mangled like tentacles. I just feel like a better similie could've been used
- If your speaker was born "when technology died" then how is he able to know what a car, a hood, guns, nuclear fallout, and medicine are? He should be describing things as if he's never seen them in operation before and calling them as he sees them.
- Capitalize Cacophonies
- How can there be Scholars in the "Stone Age"---as in the age where everything has gone to shit. Even if it is the 2nd one, a Stone Age implies that it is all back to 0 when its obvious that the timeline has shifted a little bit forward because your narrator isn't acting like a tribal. Only reasonable explanation is that it is the Post-2nd-Stone-Age and humanity is just beginning to get the grips on things.
- What do you mean by 'freely roam'. Are you saying that there is an authority preventing people from scavenging? And these people are less significant than the scholars or the People to mention them.
- Exactly where is this car located that he has to "push off from it" to go to a building? I guess in comics or tv this would make sense, but here the action is just lulzy. Just say you hopped off and describe the world around you instead of mentioning car then building and expect us to piece it together.
- Wait wait...how can you lean against your back and peek through a glass door at the same time. Are you in a tight alley? Wouldnt it make more sense to just lean directly on the glass door with your hands cupped around your face?
- So the place that tingled, and your nose isn't the same place? And where did this magical light source come from? When did it get dark?
- How can you even tell that they're medicine cabinets from way back there? I mean later on you find out they're empty so a featureless empty cabinet is just a cabinet. What is Gareth's? Describe the building. And what were the chances you just happened to find medicine or a medicine store the moment you started to bleed?
- WAIT WAIT...so you peeked against the glass door but when it came to actually going inside, the glass suddenly didn't exist? What? Magic glass.
- okay this is just lulzy. first, if the glass was non existent, the shards would be flat on the other side. secondly, try embedding a shard that isn't "too deep" in your hands or arms at the impact just mentioned and NOT feel anything short of a grunt. least you could do was mention if you were wearing any protective clothing that may have shifted the pieces a bit. Third, of course it's "still Silence". You just finished falling on your ass. The proper phrase would be "no one noticed the noise". Still silence is like, if you're observing this guy being a jackass.
- I like how your nosebleed is just 'dripping' like its more of an inconvinience than actual peril. No feelings of light-headedness or paranoia. Not even annoying stains. Just dripping and having to deal with that shit.
- You are a fucking scavenger. A nosebleed is nothing to you. Making noise and getting 'minor shard injuries' is nothing to you. But a "rustle" is enough to set you off? You know maybe a little more insight into these People should be inputted. Like, even rumors and stories were good enough. A quality to watch out for other than "theyre weird, me no likey". Because he was willing to break in for survival. If he ran off at every mouse squeak or floorboard creak then he would be terrible at his job.

Devour1
- The casino is indoors, right? How can the beats manipulate the 'fog that clung to the rooftops'? Isn't the roof outside? Also im pretty sure fog doesn't cling. Okay, later on I find out we're in space. That raises even more questions: Why is there Fog in Space if this is indeed an outdoor casino in "low orbit"?
- So Industrial workers are also slaves to pirates, thieves, and scavengers? I think this is a comma malfunction
- You already described him as sleazy. To say that he cant be trusted is redundant
- "Being awful" is hardly a superlative finisher for describing a man's list of hideousness. Perhaps you shouldve ended it at murder and it would have made a bigger impact. And if youre describing it like a police blotter the term is Homicide. Not murder.
- Either this is a very labyrinthian casino, or Grett is just a master of disguise. If your chick was just following him w100%--as in this was all she was doing---there's no way she'd lose him the moment he went in "the crowds". It's like she just let him go on purpose. The way you describe it makes Grett appear to be a crowdmancer where he can just 'disappear' into a crowd like magic. Forget about actually knowing what he did until that moment, and forget about having to move between crowds to gamble everywhere, the moment Grett transitions in the casino, he's POOF gone.
- I honestly got lost in your musical chairs metaphor. What does this have to do with catching a perp?

Salt1
- If you don't mind me saying, you don't sound like a teacher at all. Not even a newbie teacher. You sound like what a student would think an ideal newbie teacher was. I have no idea what the exercise is about, but if you really wanted to convey this over exaggerated ideal in a more realistic light, you'd actually interview a teacher. Ask them about their first time. Ask them about what makes them teach and what drives them. This is just way too saccharine to be real.
- Your 2nd paragraph sounds like an entirely different separate story in itself. I feel that you just jammed alot of events inside without even bothering to explain; so in the end everything looks like a convoluted mess. Start off with what you like about History; how your passion for it grew. Then introduce the mentor into your life. Cultivate the plot by using the subject matter as a vehicle. Don't forcefeed the message that burning out after 5 years of teaching sucks, just explain how you got there then let the readers contextualize it.

Chamel1
- Ears have drums but they dont drum
- Meh, I can see what you were going for and you actually got me all excited. Unfortunately the payoff falls flat as an excuse to make a witty metaphor in the end. You shouldn't have downed a 2nd set of pills so fast. Because that just made the first set feel like it was nothing. Also, both sets didn't really give you an exhilirating kick as I would have hoped. You're in the end describing the act of giving in, but not describing how the giving in FEELS. Where is the flood of emotions we are all waiting for in this to pay off.
- Drug addiction has 2 symptoms: Withdrawal and Obssession. The former isn't really shown. Sure, we get the physical characteristics. but they've been sacrificed for the sake of rhythmic brevity and wit. Withdrawal drags you. It claws on you. You are made aware of a void in your life that you feel the need to fill. Barking out the symptoms feels like a cliffnotes version of this.

Devour2
- wait so the smoke isn't a part of the tobacco and the booze and there is literally casino-generated smoke just for displaying game results? Like ther's no official board display or anything; just a holo in the middle of god knows where everyone is looking
- You know come to think of it, we aren't given much introduction as to what these soldiers are and where they're from. I'm just a little bored or disappointed I guess, I mean why mention them in the first place. Might as well replace the word with patrons and casino-goers or drunks and it wouldn't matter. What's the significance of saying that half of the casino have soldiers in them?
- Why are they groaning the moment the hotseat round began. I know its when they lose but i'm just reading it out as I see it. It makes no sense. Also, I'm pretty sure longtime gamblers don't groan much less the Soldiers who wanna be there to relax. I'm just kinda peeved that everyone in this casino is sad and not at all excited or uncaring of their situation. Once again, that may not be the case but that is how I'm reading it.
- I find it funny that a professional bounty hunter and tracker would easily get jumped by a PING! so to speak. Especially if this sound is prevalent cos its a fucking casino for chrissake. By this logic, she would've been spooked by the PING! in the beginning of this entry. If this were a movie, the surprise factor would clearly be intended for the audience. So here, as a reader. It's just weird.
- I dont know if you meant to write it like that to say that she has excellent Analysis skills. Because if this same situation happened to me, I'd take a seat as well. And wtf, I thought tracking down Grett's movements was easy as long as he wasn't in the crowd? It seems I am entirely mistaken; he's not a crowdomancer. He's an offscreen teleportation master. I mean how can you in the span of disappearing into a crowd, find the time to win HotSpot or whatever and have a convinient empty space as if Grett had planned all this perfectly?

Haru1
- So this shack is in the Garbage Dump right? Like is this shack the only thing in the city that's different? Why even mention the street if you're just going to focus on the shack
- Machine Guns are not people. They don't LIE. They don't SHINE. They however are lying on the table and are shiny.
- Why Linguine. You've described nothing about this man that makes him worth making fun of. So when he talks about being made fun of the joke goes over our heads. What's so scary about Esposito? Is it mexican for something significant?
- That is a shit combination. Seriously, I can't take this supposed badass seriously if all he has is 2 and 1. Like what is even the significance of mentioning that.

Oh, sweet. You raise up some good points: When I reread my stuff I don't usually check to make sure my descriptions of my surroundings paint the right picture, because in my head I always know what I think it should look like. This seems to have caused most of the things you brought up, because lots of the pictures you have in your head of the surroundings are different than what I intended to have them set as. I'll have to read over everything and see what was unclear.
The story is also planned to be a bit long-term. There's less than a thousand words so far from what you've read, but I assure you the soldiers and Grett's appearing to have everything super-planned is all according to plan. That's a good point about the startling-ness of the ping, though.

Also, I started a bit of a side story tonight after a conversation about giving an audio-book(audio-story?) put onto Youtube a shot. But at this point in time I wrote exactly 600 words on it tonight, and I might do a bit more before I have to head home. I'll edit this post right away with the chart for the day:

"Waffles McGee" IT'S MGEE, CHECK THE TITLE. :C

Will be doing a checkup on the comments and the rest of the works soon. What I've read so far was good though (if I recall correctly I got to Haru before I ran out of time).

Don't Worry MacGee, I read your stuff. And Mr.Captains. Now Let me try again.
4/29/15

Realistically, it may have been a bad idea to sign up for this on my part. I need to focus on a story and I'll be writing every day, but I don't like sharing my things until they're done so I won't be posting it here.

If this is still hanging in when I'm done I'll hop back in, but until then you can take me from the list. Sorry guys.

Here are today's (4/29/15) two birds though: Just over 1,100 words.

I'd like to join too. This would, at the very least, help me be more creative and productive with my day.

Zero
Words per day: 100 - 200
Breakdays: Sunday

Quick update on this.
My computer was being really buggy and so I had it checked, and it turns out there was a virus on it that was doing some pretty bad damage? Not quite sure about the full thing just yet, but today, and maybe even the next few days I won't be able to write/submit anything while it's being repaired..

Sorry.

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The story is also planned to be a bit long-term. There's less than a thousand words so far from what you've read, but I assure you the soldiers and Grett's appearing to have everything super-planned is all according to plan. That's a good point about the startling-ness of the ping, though.

Regardless. It is as I said, answer it to yourself: if the Soldiers are significant later, there's no sense bringing them up now. If they're integral to the universe as a whole, then a bit more fluff about them should be necessary. Where are they stationed? Are they all from the same regiment? What has allowed earth or whatever to consign so many soldiers? How long are they staying? Saying that half the casino is soldiers now is not doing anything and I can as easily replace that word with any word and it wouldn't matter.

There's also the mention of low-orbit. There has been nothing thus far separating the casino mood here with any casino not in space and the imaginary game of hotshots doesn't count. I would never have even known this was a scifi story if you never mentioned "low-orbit".



Anyways, poof.

Crank1
- "locked blue eyes"? There's something wrong with this phrase. Also, eye color in general is just not recommended unless it's really significant to know.
- soo...this girl can change the color of her hair? Am I reading it right? I don't know if this is actually a snippet and I'm reading a piece from the middle but in general it's just better to introduce her name first instead of letting us figure out that her name is the color of her hair. You namedrop it later on anyway so it's not really a secret. And if you did introduce her prior and this IS a mid-snippet then saying that her hair changed to her namesake is presumptous and unnecessarily cluttery.
- ugh. show don't tell. we don't need to know that her sigh diffuses tension. we don't need to know that the realization set in when she is flushed. Just show them as they are and paint the whole scene and let the readers figure it out.
- what are you lifting towards him? The authority or the tone? Is it even possible to lift both? You can however RAISE them.
- a harsh "shutter"? Did you mean a harsh shudder? Also, when is a shutter NOT harsh? When is it even harsh?
- I'm feeling strangely erotic. I don't know, maybe it's because you keep describing every motion of their bodies, every sigh and groan and here I'm thinking "What's the significance of all this?" When you describe 2 people having dinner, you don't honestly describe what they're all ordering right? Or how they're making smalltalk to get to that decision. Fictional chars aren't like real people. They talk and move when it's necessary to the plot. Moaning and groaning and chuckling all the way sends me a message that the person is her personality is everywhere. Wheareas, if only one point of the Act lets her groan, that scene would be alot more significant.
- i wasn't going to nitpick on spelling but man you have a ton of it and i expected less of that from you. It's Appalled, not appul. It's Amateur, not amature.
- how do eyes look "assured" exactly?
- turn full-serious from a half-joke? Is violet a machine or a car on stick shift? This is more Telling. You don't tell people she's making a joke. You have her joke then let the readers figure it out based on the context of the situation. If you can't describe a person making jokes, don't try to and don't forcefeed the readers that she is joking unless her alien way of joking is significant.
- a muted splash? A splash is never quiet. I know what you were trying to go for but this artsy statement is just stupid no matter how many times you read it
- did you seriously just string that last paragraph with nothing but commas and a single period?
- That last sentence. Okay let me get this straight: There's a shovel embedded into the sand. It is above the boot. That boot is beside the blanket. In the blanket is a body. In one sentence I might add. It's like I'm reading an exercise in preposition. Why would you start from the spade and zoom out. This isn't a movie.
- I know that last part was suppose to be like a mood whiplash or a twist, but what the fuck there was barely an explanation like it just came from left field. Transitions like this work in media, not here.

WafflesMgee1
- can something actually move smoothly but NOT silently?
- im surprised he's even still wearing a shirt to begin with. shouldnt he be perspiring enough to take it off? I dunno, maybe the chamber is air-conditioned?
- I find the nonchalance of this interrogator hilarious. Has the guy ever encountered anything like this before? Even if he read a file, he'd still have to shocked about the real thing. Because if he has met it before we'd at least get to know if that was the case. As it is, it's really out of place.
- Also hilarious is the most interesting feature is that he has a 'mirror for a face' and NOT the fact that a fucking shape-changing mannequin is in the room! Like, is this a universe where mannequins are also normal citizens? What
- wait wait he reached into his own face to produce pen and paper. but clearly the interrogator had none of these things (as described in the intro) so how can the reflection exist? Or is this a magical Plot Device Mirror where the mannequin can just pull anything out of his ass?
- What exactly was the logic going through this interrogator's mind when he "figured out" that the mirror liked playing tricks with well-rested people? Because depriving himself of sleep only seemed to give his own dumbass a major disadvantage with an ILLUSION-WARPING mirror face. I mean, even if he read up on this intel previously, you didn't think the file would be as callous as to say "The Mirror Face calms down when people are cranky from lack of sleep." What if the trigger wasn't how energetic a person is? The interrogator was betting on convinience. Surely other ways might've been more plausible; threatening to crack the mirror (like the mannequin doesnt have Rights anyway which brings me back to the question of what kind of universe is this; are the mannequins citizens?) for one. Or you know, not even bothering to interrogate it at all.
- This mannequin's mind fuckery is nice and all, but what exactly is he here for? What the fuck is going on? If there is no weight the reader can feel for what's at stake, then this is all just going to be a cheap horror movie where we'll be rooting for the weird thing for no reason.

Chamel2
- so the instructor actually brought a human hand from the meat store just to push a button? That's how it reads.
- What exactly was the baton-wielding holo doing in the moment his partner-distraction was getting kicked? Was he waiting for his turn?
- Wait wait what. Is the instructor training him on Very Easy or something? How can a holo "lose" and fizzle from a mere sweep kick and not the impact from it.
- Come to think of it, it is rather easy as the man never once gets hit or is frustrated from the ordeal. It's boring and unrealistic. Unless that was the point. Ironically it is the holos that seemed to show fear, making them more human than this logical machine of a man.
- The entire battle was hollow. Motions were described but cheaped out by "dodging and weaving". We don't know where the shots are coming and going. We just know that it hits and it misses. He went high so the other guy went low. There is no sense of urgency or threat. Yes he's training. Yes it's not the real thing, but even in actual training it should be significant. Otherwise, he ISNT TRAINING.

Haru2
- Stroking your beard like a gentleman? As opposed to what? a hobo?
- Linter is not French name, much less Tom. Lincoln is not a British name, much less Hambone. Even if he says thy or thee as if he's stuck in the medieval ages or is an Art Student.
- Why is Cheng's nickname "ninja". Like if he wasn't called "ninja" would that mean he wasn't an assassin? Of all the nicknames to call a badass, why would you call the only Asian member "Ninja"?
- Also why would a bio for an elite force care if someone "laughs very loudly". What is the significance of mentioning that?
- An evil smile? As oppose to what? A heavenly smile? Describe to me the difference.

Error2
- So the three locks burst open after unhinging? That's how I read it.
- I don't know about you, but if a little girl ever beats her chest after asking if she was alright, I'd freak the fuck out.
- Why would your curls never ever move with your head?
- I get that you're trying to describe the planet and earth using exposition-speak, but in effect it comes off as being exposition on purpose. Describing the planet was better internally if you intended to set the scene up. I doubt a girl would wonder so much about the planet she just ported to unless she was a huge nerd or her mom kept telling her about it.
- "He wanted to show us a big thing. He said it was really big." I dont know, she doesnt really seem too excited about it.
- so you had her eating like a dog where she just gobbles biscuits from the palm of her own hand. not only does it sound awkward but how is that even significant. just say she ate snacks mom gave her.
- I...don't really think that's the best way to tell your kid your father's dead, not especially if she was so excited to see him in that moment. Do you wanna traumatize this girl so bad? What an inconsiderately dumbass mom.
- if you don't mind me saying, this girl sounds less like a little girl and more of a special needs kid. her attention to everything without so much as insight is weirding me out. i reccomend reading stuff like Lonely Bones to get into the mind of a child. It's not just innocence. There's imagination and anticipation for things adults take for granted.

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Realistically, it may have been a bad idea to sign up for this on my part. I need to focus on a story and I'll be writing every day, but I don't like sharing my things until they're done so I won't be posting it here.

If this is still hanging in when I'm done I'll hop back in, but until then you can take me from the list. Sorry guys.

Here are today's (4/29/15) two birds though: Just over 1,100 words.

It's not a problem if you don't show what you did for the day until it's finished. I didn't show what I did last night because I'm waiting till I can finish it too. All you need to do is to have written :)

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I'd like to join too. This would, at the very least, help me be more creative and productive with my day.

Zero
Words per day: 100 - 200
Breakdays: Sunday

You're in mang B-)

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Quick update on this.
My computer was being really buggy and so I had it checked, and it turns out there was a virus on it that was doing some pretty bad damage? Not quite sure about the full thing just yet, but today, and maybe even the next few days I won't be able to write/submit anything while it's being repaired..

Sorry.

No worries. People can rejoin any time they'd like.