I’m somewhat behind in my NaNoWriMo writing this year, so last night I was up late writing. After a while I was starting to nod off and didn’t really know what I was doing any more, so I closed Scrivener and went to bed. This morning I looked at what I wrote last night, and it’s clear that I should have stopped a little earlier. I present to you, without editing, whatever it was I wrote last night.
"ANYWAY the point is that we’ve seen two ways your little plan with those two surface dwellers can pan out. The first is the easy way: you reprogram the communication network and you’re out of there. The problem is getting in there in the first place. The second method is more difficult: you have to capture and hold at least a third of the Centarch and the rest will turn ugly in a hurry. But you still ave to capture some transmission equipment and make sure you broadcast the Centarch turning ugly and why. The problem with this method is that there’s no second chance, if you do it the right kind of wrong.
"But I’ll never understand women, so let’s see here…"
As usual the one that did the military female no favors showed up the next day.
I really don’t know why there’s no second chance "if you do it the right kind of wrong", nor who “the military female” is, and I have NO clue how or what the “one” that does her no favors is. Apparently my characters turned incredibly sexist when I started falling asleep. But whatever. I’m keeping it. No reducing the word count during November!