That's right, I can no longer die as a drug-abusing rock star and join the 27 club.

The Bloody God
Words today: None today, but yesterday I wrote 3500 and cracked 80k as a birthday present to myself.
Words total: 80-freaking-K!
Reason for stopping: It was late and I made my goal and I was 28 and feeling my age.
Favorite:

Something struck him, drove the breath out of him and knocked him on his ass. Khalid looked down at his side and saw a stick—not like an arrow at all, he thought—and realized he could see it coming out both sides of him. Crossbow bolt. Cowards.

Battle wounds! Yeah!

Abusing my power: Crossbow fights. I love crossbow fights. The bad guys get one shot to win, and the shot will probably kill you through your chain mail, but if they lose, they're screwed.
It's aliiive!: I didn't even intend to make my character get this torn up. But he's such a determined survivor, I thought it would be fun to stick some sharp pointy things in him.
Embarrassment: I seem to really be enjoying the blood and gore, and though the dialogue is rolling off my fingers, I still have a hard time figuring out what both characters are thinking. Ah well. More blood and guts and sex will make it better.