I just passed the half-way mark in my NaNoWriMo novel. That feels good, but I only have a few days to get to my 50,000 word count goal. I'm still having an incredibly good time writing my story. Its an interesting experience to stand by and watch what comes up on my screen. My characters are not who I thought they were, and the story line itself could go any where at this point.
I have no illusions. This is one "craptastic" mess of a novel, but I don't care. I'm writing, and it feels gooood. I set my sights on 50,000 words and even though I'm discovering new levels of "suckitude" on my way, I'm going to get there.
I can't wait to see what happens next.
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khee hee, go you.
I read part of my story out loud to Adam yesterday and there was a part written so badly and funny that I started laughing so hard that I cried. Oh the joy of crappy writing.
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