Well folks, the end of the month is near and I have come to the realization that I may have gotten myself in over my head with this whole NaNoWriMo thing. I mean sure, I know how to write and for the most part have the ability to string together a few coherent sentences here and there but 50,000 words? Am I serious? God, I don't know why I thought I could undertake such a task, I can't even respond to emails when I'm having a bad day, what if I have an entire bad month? It's not that I don't have ideas, they're all stuck up there in my brain with all my repressed memories but to unlock them might prove to be a dangerous thing. I shudder at the thought of writing a bad romance novel a-la-Danielle-Steel variety. I swear to God, if I write one sentence that resembles "His rippling forearm musles tore at her lace bodice with fury" I will jump off the top of PVM. (Damn, I think I just dry-heaved when I read over my brief foray into Harlequin romance territory.)
P.S. Wish my luck in November.
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If you start writing Harlequin Romance stuff our friendship will be over. No ifs, ands or ripply forearms ...
You cut me deep Stef, real deep.
I say let the cheese flow - rippling buns and all.
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