NaNo Day 6: 16K and the attack of the plot bunny clone army

I hope to get a few more typed, as I have several conversations written down which I could easily get typed soon:



One tearjerking conversation between Asato and Fuyutsuki on the passing of a loved one, and one heavy convo where Fuyutsuki succeeds in getting Enniel to give him his word, on pain of death, that Enniel won't be sniffing around Asato ever again: that was fun to watch!

I've also been fighting off armies of plot bunnies. It started when, just for the hell of it, I went looking for good Descendants of Darkness/Yami no Matsuei Mpreg fic -- since Mpreg is a guilty pleasure of mine, though I like it *only* in universes that can support it, ie. where magic or weird science or a combination of the two may be involved (but if it's in a universe that closely resembles this one, I tend to walk away from it before my brain goes splodey) -- but I didn't find much, and the ones I did find were a bit sub-par. Naturally, this means my brain is being pestered by plot bunnies which I Don't Need when I am neck-deep in NaNoWriMo.

NaNo Day 7: Patching holes and plot lines finally coming together

I've managed to patch several gaping plot holes (including my "why do they send Asato out to take on Shemyaza instead of Azazel or Kushiel??" Fridge Logic moment). I finally have the entire plot mapped out from start to finish and this is making writing a lot easier, since the grand tapestry is now hanging on the wall of my mind. All I have to do now is describe its intricate details...

Other than that, a quiet day of housework and errands, including getting next week's schedule at work: I managed to score a few more hours. And also, come to find out that it appears my workplace arch-nemesis, "Wanda the Queen of Whining", no longer works there (which I'd suspected for several weeks now); I suspect it had everything to do with her creating a hostile work environment. This gal would literally complain about everything, and if nothing bad was happening, she'd amplify the little problems into huge ones. Like... paying bills. As if she was the only person in the world who had bills to pay. I tried once to point out that she's not alone:

Me: "I got bills to pay, too: I've got my cellphone and my Internet access, plus I'm paying rent to my parents."

"Wanda": "Your own parents make you pay rent?! That's not fair!" (And "fair" was pronounced in three syllables, like a whiny ten year old saying it, so it came out "fay-ur-uh" Add to this: Wanda turned 50 this past February. Yeah. This is why I'm not sad to see her go.)

Me: "Well, I'm living in their house, eating their food and using their utilities, the least I could do is pitch in to help with the bills."