UPDATE: That is now the 4th time my husband has walked past my laptop, read something I just wrote, and said "I'm not sure I want to know." And walked on shaking his head. Is it wrong I'm laughing like a loon?
Last night I hit the 50k words mark on this awful porno. 50k words in 16 days. NaNo eat your heart out.
Hilariously, this stupid thing had turned into a full fledged fanfic, but still won't see the light of day. It has no underlying plot, there's no end story. It's just this... situation to situation thing. In fact, the only part of this thing that remains a fanfic, is the races of the various characters. I only mention actual characters from the original subject in passing. My main character is a night elf, who's fucking an orc. There. Now you know.
Hell, I just executed a character for treason.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
Oh wait, not a damned thing. Ok, so it's awful, but god dammit I'm writing. I'm experimenting with different ways to describe a "facepalm". I'm piddling around with character development. It's like the practice I've been missing out on, and I'm enjoying every awful word. Also experimenting with sexual situations I'm not even sure are physically possible! WEEEEeeeee......