Just a mere three days after I announced I’d reached 10,000 words for NaNoWriMo I am pleased to announce that I have just cracked 20,000 words. Meaning that after starting the competition seven days late, I am just one day behind.
If I write 3,333 words tomorrow I’ll be back on track.
Work in six hours. Ugh.
“Good luck.” He says.
Good luck, what sort of thing is that to say after leaving someone stranded two thousand years in the past with no memory. Good luck weren’t the words. ‘You’re screwed’ seemed more apt.
“…Thanks. Do you want him bringing back alive?” I ask.
“I don’t care.” The doctor replies. He pushes one of the buttons and the doors close. The elevator disappears into the floor once more; I light a candle and drop it down the hole after the elevator to see how far it went; but it’d blown out pretty quickly.
Brilliant. A perfectly good candle wasted. It was going to be one of those days.