November 4, 2009


I apparently decided to do NaNoWriMo this year, though WHY, I have no idea. It's already a disaster. In order to reach 50,000 words by the end of November, I'd have to write around 1,666 words per day, and I've been averaging about -18. I'm ill-prepared, doing more researching than writing because I am ill-prepared, and I tried writing in past tense after writing nothing but present-tense narratives for over a year and IT WAS AWFUL, and I think I hate my protagonist already? SUCH A CATASTROPHE. I don't know what kind of state I'll be in by the end of the month, or if I'll have anything more than a series of vignettes and a long list of bullet points filling in the blanks.

On the bright side, I did complete the 50 Book Challenge this year, so there's that. Also, I'm finally getting time to read The Painter from Shanghai, which I won in a Goodreads contest earlier this year, and it's wonderful. Three-quarters of the way through, I absolutely love it. But more on that some other time.


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