I just finished a jolly good, pell-pell, crazed romp through November, wot wot. Somehow, I’ve emerged victorious from the jumble of letter, words, strikethroughs, wordcounts, agonized screams, cups of too-strong coffee, and zombie-induced mayhem. NaNoWriMo 2010 is over…
I’ve been writing about zombies, so the details are gory. And I know some of my darlingest inklings don’t care to read about pus, blood, and guts. So all you need to know is that I’ve had a fairly miserable writing week.
But. Friday and Saturday, I did something that I knew I needed to do and that a conversation with the writing group reinforced to me that I needed to do…
We are now in Week Three of NaNoWriMo, and because I enjoy not conforming, I’ve apparently picked Week Three in which to have my Week Two crisis. Nothing like frecking fashionably late into the party.
I sat down to read the last little bit of Ivanhoe as an e-Book, and was surprised to learn later that the “last little bit” was over a hundred pages long.
