Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Nanowrimo 2013, Day Five.

Yesterday wasn't good. In the last entry I moaned about the mistakes I've made but by the time I went to bed last night I had convinced myself that it was an option to scrap the project and start form scratch, taking the four days loss on the chin.

This, I think, would have been a massive over reaction.

This morning I had a few fresh ideas. I decided I'd highlight the bad section in red and leave it in, so as not to lose the word count, and track from the place it went wrong. Start that area a fresh, so to speak. I did that and felt it went okay and then started a new chapter and flew along merrily for the time I had and it was much easier going today.


So, I have another session booked in for the evening I figured I'd chuck this up now and then steam on ahead.

     On the bed sat Britney Usher and her two bodyguards, they were all in their underwear. Britney’s was incredibly well supported on her top half and her knickers were as tiny as the bra was supportive. They were honestly the smallest pair of knickers I’d ever seen.

     They made the pair Sigourney Weaver wears at the end of Alien look like a parachute.

     The two bodyguards were in their boxers and I have to say they were all in great shape. The big guy was carrying too much muscle and it probably did affect his ability to move swiftly, but when you’re a bodyguard sometimes size can stop an incident before it even starts. It’s a great deterrent. Sadly his package suffered terribly due to the size of his quads. It was like a party sausage pressed between two huge hotdog rolls. His buddy, the smaller guy was super toned, much like myself, but honestly, it was hard to know where to look. He looked like he was trying to smuggle a python through customs in a small handbag. 

That's it for the day. More tomorrow ;-)

P.S. I promise I'm not writing porn. 

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