Okay, I recognize that if there’s anything worse than a self-indulgent novel, it’s someone talking endlessly about writing a self-indulgent novel. Nevertheless, it’s my blog, and I’ll cry if I want to. Plus, I admit that I just really like seeing that blue bar of woids get longer and longer. However, at the end of this month, while the NaNo novel won’t be done, the NaNo posts will be.
In the meantime: progress today was good. I was getting bogged down over the last couple of days, but I freed myself up, remembered I was writing fiction, not my memoirs, so I could do whatever I wanted. That helped.