She's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead

I love my random blog subjects. It's just one more way that I try (and fail miserably) to be clever.

I just thought I'd dash off a quick post for all of you who (don't) read my blog to update you on my NaNoWriMo progress. I just wrote word number 28,013 a few minutes ago. Instead of going to sleep like a sane person, or watching TV, I've been working on my sad little saga. Despite a serious case of Week Two-itis (i.e., loads of self-doubt, regret, panic, etc.), I'm closing in on 30,000 words. It's quite an accomplishment, especially when I consider how little fun I'm having this year. Last year's NaNo was a blast. Sure, the novel I wrote was shady at best, but it was fun, and what's the point of investing that much time into anything if you're not enjoying it? This year... Well, this year I've made a gross error in my selection of a plot bunny to pursue. If a story idea is nearly 10 years old and you've never managed to commit it to paper, there's probably a good reason for it. I could have better spent the time pursuing my angel comic book idea. Or my steampunk idea. Or pulling a new plot bunny out of my hat. But no, I had to write Gravesend. At least I'm close to having 50,000 words. My original goal was to write 100K this year; now, I only want to reach the 50K target by Wednesday, and if I have any energy left, then I'll try to finish the story. I must admit, things are starting to loosen up for me as I work my way into the middle of the story. Now that my protagonist has (almost) committed herself to resolving the problem, it's getting a little easier to write. I've jotted down a number of plot points for the next stage of the middle, so I have a good idea where I'm going now. I'm still not quite sure how to kill off my evil ghost guy once and for all, but I guess I'll figure it out when I get there.

I can't stop yawning, so I guess that means I should wind up this blog. I'm not saying anything important anyway.

Until later,
LxL