WORTH 50,000: DAY TWELVE - I did not mean for this to happen.

Um...I went away for the weekend and all my Nano admin duties got set by the wayside. I'm sorry about that. I'm especially sorry if you depend on the Orlando Twitter account for when write-ins are. Oops. I don't have any idea what I'm going to do this weekend either. Not even half over and the month is already slipping away from me.

And while I banged out a good chunk of words Friday night, I got nothing for Saturday, which meant that before I laid down last night I HAD to write at least one sentence to have something to show for it. So here is my first and last sentence from yesterday: The way Natasha talked about him made him so mythical and grand that when Clint finally saw him for the first time he was more disappointed than afraid because he was, after all, just a man. Run-on opening sentence for the fic I'm NOT writing about Bucky being the reason Budapest went badly. YUP. THAT'S A THING.

Are there any avenues you didn't expect to go down?


© Ikkō Narahara