NaNoStupids Make for Silly Stories

n Flanders Fields the poppies grow, between the crosses, row on row...
Today is Remembrance Day, on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.

It's also Day 11 of NaNo... Writing at this pace sometimes produces what Claire calls NaNoStupids - those phrases or words that you know you'll edit after but which seem to crop up more than usual as you write without second-guessing yourself.

This morning I wrote a story based on many of those oft-repeated phrases:

He looked at her.
She looked at him.
He frowned.
She raised her brows.
He turned away.
She put a hand on his arm.
He scowled.
She rolled her eyes.
He shrugged.
She set her hands on her hips.
He grinned.
She quirked a smile.
He leaned forward.
She rested her fingers on his chest.
He kissed her.