... has turned me into a pathetic little person. I am currently surrounded by coffee, a ceramic teapot full of coffee, sugar, creamer, a box of 10 grain wafers, and a copy of A Happy Death by Albert Camus. Why can't I have normal Novembers, like everyone else?!
Complaint, in case of incompetent mod drive-by: I am complaining that I cannot have a normal November; that I must sacrifice myself at the alter of novel writing.
I participated last year and won. It was easily the hardest thing I have ever written. The best thing about it though was that I not only was able to finish a 'novel' but it gave me greater perspective on the level of outlining and story planning I need to do to finish something that I could be proud of.
I wrote 4,000 words yesterday, because I didn't write at all thursday and friday due to exhaustion. Today I meant to plant myself in front of my laptop and grind out another 5K, but i've been procrastinating all day. D:
Complaint, in case of incompetent mod drive-by: I am complaining that I cannot have a normal November; that I must sacrifice myself at the alter of novel writing.