Somewhere in my brain, there is a tiny cluster of cells that disagree heavily at the fact this is a waste of time. These cells have driven me round the bend, making me type faster and faster, and weaving themselves in and out of characters and experiences like a demented spider, the more I move on in the story.
I no longer own this story, as it now owns me and I am firmly stuck in the world with HotCeleb magazine and all the people who feature in it. Especially Jardin Moist (that's just to make Stevyn laugh again ;)
The mind is a crazy thing (well, mine is). I was really worried I would run out of steam the further I moved on in the story, but the damn thing is writing as if I had planned it. Great stuff, but most unnerving as I don't know where it's all coming from. MacBook is possessed.
Well, regardless who's possessing what and when, I have just tipped the scales over the half way mark. Wow, can't believe I've got to write all that again, word count wise!
So here's to the 25k word benchmark! Not too bad a feat thus far. I doubt very much I'll be keeping up this pace for the other 25k, but you never do know. Perhaps I'l just finish it in time to hear good news from Screen East. Here's hoping.