I’m doing NaBoMoFo (seriously, what’s with these abbreviations? Could they be any harder to type?) this year. Basically, it means
I haven’t been doing much of that lately. Well, it comes in spurts. Yesterday, I wrote and published two posts.
Wallowing in my second NaNoWriMo failure, I decided on only the sixth day that I’m not a writer of novels.
I’m beginning to come to the conclusion that I’m just not a writer of novels. There is definitive proof that
I started off today with a bang. I I wrote over 1700 words straightaway. And then I read it, like
How in hell did that happen? Today is Halloween (which I had forgotten about), which means tomorrow is November, the
Year In Review posts are so passé and trite and boring, Sidney. Boring. These are so, like, totally everywhere now, but
I suppose it’s time I admit that I’m not going to make it. I’m not even going to make it
I broke 10,000 words on my book last night. Woot! 10, 894 to be precise. Unfortunately, we’re over halfway through
I should just be writing my book, but instead, I’m writing this. I know how much y’all care about my
National Novel Writing Month is here. I signed up a few months ago thinking that it sounded like a great