One hour and 32 minutes remain to write NaNo novels and still have it apply toward word count.
I just finished my plot.
125,814 words later.
And now, sleep.


Vacant Vision, December 4 2014He spun his chair idly around a few times. Lori was really the only person he talked to other than Ann, even though all he knew about her was she used to be a musician and now she played a lot of video games. They had started talking through email several years before when the forum had demanded a guide for a game they both wanted to write and had decided to collaborate on. As much as he hated to admit it, she was probably better than he at most of the games he played. Eventually, he found himself comfortable enough to talk to her casually, never going much deeper than frivolous things. HVacant Vision, December 4 2014


Vacant Vision, December 3 2014Wednesday, December 3, 2014 11:49 PM A melancholy beauty, forever trapped in a world of silence. She slouched in the corner of the bar, a bar she came to every weeknight just to watch the people. Sometimes there was a glass before her, the contents a mystery to all who watched her. The musicians kept playing, but she never heard a note. No one quite understood why she kept coming back, why she never missed a performance when she would never be able to hear what they were playing. Her hands were deceptively strong, barely touching the glass in front of her. A perfect tearVacant Vision, December 3 2014


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Excerpt from the Journal of Zachariah Songbreeze
20th of Flauri, 3097, Third Age
I knew that by saving Riand, I would corrupt the Bloodstone. It was one of the last remaining Stones; I cannot say who owns the others, as they have been known to trade hands often. They are woven throughout history, wreaking havoc and destruction when they fall into the wrong hands, bringing peace when claimed by the righteous. The burning of Lunara, for one. Few know the true happenings of that time, and while I cannot verify my source as the absolute truth, I do suspect that the Blood


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Excerpt from the Journal of Caillien dArtok
36th of Maeon, 3097, Third Age
At last, Ri has asked the question I know he has longed to ask for so long. My heart yearns to say yes, but I know that I cannot, not until he understands my past. I fear that once he knows the true origin of my scars, he will no longer want me. A foolish fear, perhaps, but a fear nonetheless.
I am a member of his family, and they would willingly give me their name, but I need my own name. A dArtok cannot be joined to any of the named. In the Elder laws, the
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