November November

I just got back from a NaNo write-in at our local ABP, where I saw some familiar faces over pumpkin soup in a bread bowl. Good times. I finally crossed the threshold of 20,000 words, and the more important one of hating my novel and moving forward anyway. It's hard for a language-driven, introspective soul like me to write a plot-driven story. Luckily, when I ran out of ideas my characters pulled some unexpected tricks and got the narrative ball rolling again. I've basically been exactly one day ahead this whole time, consistently.

I still don't know what I am going to do with my life, but I know that being in love is the most amazing thing.