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3393 NaNo words so far today. Nothing like the antics of cats to get me going. (I don't know what my total is right now. Half my files aren't here.)
- The Lord-Marshal is one of the man-sized snobby felines, as they're considered the only decent warriors ("humans? those wimps don't belong in the army"). This has a side effect, though: whenever someone dangles a string in front of the highest-ranking soldier in the land, he can't help but chase after it, and sometimes he fetches up against a wall because he can't turn sharply on a polished stone floor.
- My little thief met one of the felinoid young and had a bit of a territory dispute. Dialog sure chews up the words.
- The aliens in flying saucers tried to abduct the felines, who sniffed at the UFO and promptly tried to bury it in dirt. Nearly succeeded, too. Their Specimen Acquisition Specialist has now decided to go after one of the young, as they're "likely more ineffectual". The little green men have no idea what they're up against.
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rfrench said a little while ago that if I wrote a thousand more words he'd make us "good popcorn" -- not microwave, not Jiffy Pop, but homemade with melted butter drizzled on it. I'm almost there. Two hundred eighteen more words and I get popcorn. He is an excellent partner. I got him this shirt, which the NaNo team thoughtfully designed for the partners of NaNoists everywhere. :-)
- The Lord-Marshal is one of the man-sized snobby felines, as they're considered the only decent warriors ("humans? those wimps don't belong in the army"). This has a side effect, though: whenever someone dangles a string in front of the highest-ranking soldier in the land, he can't help but chase after it, and sometimes he fetches up against a wall because he can't turn sharply on a polished stone floor.
- My little thief met one of the felinoid young and had a bit of a territory dispute. Dialog sure chews up the words.
- The aliens in flying saucers tried to abduct the felines, who sniffed at the UFO and promptly tried to bury it in dirt. Nearly succeeded, too. Their Specimen Acquisition Specialist has now decided to go after one of the young, as they're "likely more ineffectual". The little green men have no idea what they're up against.
rfrench said a little while ago that if I wrote a thousand more words he'd make us "good popcorn" -- not microwave, not Jiffy Pop, but homemade with melted butter drizzled on it. I'm almost there. Two hundred eighteen more words and I get popcorn. He is an excellent partner. I got him this shirt, which the NaNo team thoughtfully designed for the partners of NaNoists everywhere. :-)
