I love DST. I am actually sitting in that early class I haven't been able to get out of bed for since three weeks ago.

I'm at 2009 words right now, after about one sentence for the day. I have to figure out exactly what I'm going to do to make it to 5000 before the day's end. Aaand I just remembered I have a sorority thing tonight and tomorrow, so that's taking a few chunks out of my time.

Excerpt, I guess, since I'm tapping away:

There was something nearly transcendent about the sensation of drowning.

It was a silly thought, at a time like this,; she wanted to breathe, of course, but with a ridiculously strong hand knotted in her hair, forcing her face beneath the icy water, Brenna didn’t have much choice in the matter. She exhaled as slowly as possible, trying to time her breathing so it would last until she was allowed to surface once more. He was watching the surface, however, and when the last bubbles rose and she could breathe out no more, he did not relinquish his hold. Her lungs began to burn, chest aching. At last, she couldn’t maintain her calm, and she began to struggle. Just when she thought she was going to drown, that he would let her die this time, he wrenched her head back into the open air.