Intermittent NaNo Progress Report #1

Total word count: 2,222

Reeking of awesomeness: They were disgusting creatures, the Revenants. Brutes, deserving of nothing but brutality. This one had been a pretty woman in life, I saw. Blonde hair fell across her chalk-white face, framing high cheekbones and pouty lips. Death hadn’t completely destroyed her looks, but it had sharpened them, honed then into something hard and cold.

Reeking of sucktitude: I shoved the corpse off of me and rose slowly, savouring the thrill of strength riding through me

Inadvertently misleading prose: I shoved the corpse off of me and rose. Not actually a reference to necrophilia.

A Thought Occurs to Naomi

... as she toils through her (hopefully) one-off task of updating a massive spreadsheet listing all the people who've visited the Institute since August and whether or not they've returned their office keys. And that thought is this:

Dude, my right wrist really hurts. Actually it's been kind of sore and tender for a few weeks now. I hope I'm not getting RSI again. Last time I had to have three months of physiotherapy and a month-long typing ban following that.

Damn, why didn't I remember this before committing myself to writing two thousand words a day, every day, for the next 30 days?