So, I've got 16,700 words in the not!Iron Man thing. I've got about 11,500 words and counting in the not!KKBB/IM thing set in the same 'verse, and it's not even close to done yet.
And I'm womanfully refraining from using the n-word.
No, no, not that one. I wouldn't have to "womanfully refrain" from using that one, I would never ever use that one. You guys know me enough to know that.
This n-word: novel
I'm afraid if I say it too loudly, it'll run away. So, shhhh.
In other news, we had breakfast with a guy from Hillsdale College this morning. It was interesting and informative and I feel a whole lot smarter now. I'm very inclined to send Da Boy there when the time comes.
And in other other news, my body hates me and I hate it right back. So I guess we're even. A three-week cycle is not cool. *smacks uterus around* Also, I'm coming down with the cold Da Boy had last week. And I'm slightly sleep-deprived.
All this bodes ill for my characters. I have a bad tendency to take out feeling like this on them.
However, the scale is still my bitch. So there. 123.6 this morning. HAH.