Got 154 words into Articles of Retransmission. I’m bushwhacked. I will consider this final number for tonight and this week’s GTD.

The first few words of Articles:

The first thing I clearly remembered was seeing a man sitting on the end of my bed. He was dressed formally, but in a very old style. Like period clothing, but I couldn’t put my finger on the period.

“Good, good. You’re coming around,” he said. He sounded a little bit urgent, his voice sounded muffled and soft.

“Who are you?” I said. My head felt stuffed with cotton, and I felt as though I had always been lying here, and had no prior existence to the bed, the monitors floating above me, the man.

He put a finger to his lips and whispered, “We need to get out of here.”

I had no idea where “here” was, or what he meant by it.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because,” he said, stealing a look out the door, “I think they’re going to kill you.”

Graph, minus Articles so far! Because my brain is fried, hehehe.

I think I’ll stop updating my NaNoWriMo page. I don’t know how to fit two works into it. :)

Will write some musing thoughts on my experience in the last 11 days.