Alex's Journal

Day 4 of writing ends, and I have surpassed the 10,000 word mark:

The site that hosted the update bar I usually use is down, so here's my new updater bar until it's back:



Not nearly as fast as yesterday, but still meeting the minimum word counts. 3% ahead of schedule. Will try and write at least another thousand words before bed tonight.

In other news, I probably shouldn't drink energy drinks. Duh, me.

Oh well. Maybe those thousand words will only take one hour instead of two.

I'm fucking doing NaNoWriMo.

And I'm fucking finishing it this year.

So fuck you all!

(I don't mean fuck you all. Although I might like to.)

And no, you can't read it. It's too fucking artsy. OK? But you can fucking read my fucking word count meters every day. If I'm not gaining at least 3% a day, fucking kick me. OK?

That's right, bitches. This thing is on. I am pissed the fuck off and I am channelling it into the least fucking angry thing I will ever write. Therefore, FUCKING FUCK FUCK.

Now that I've offended, bemused, or alienated you all, here's my FUCKING word meter.



If I were actually concentrating, I could probably do about a thousand words an hour. Right now, I'm at about 711, or 11-12 words a minute. Fuck that shit, my WPM is 55. BRING IT ON, I NEED WINE AND WOMEN.