That’s me on eleven thousand words. And, strange as it may seem, it’s not going all that badly.
I’ve already ripped out a chunk of my outline and replaced a PUAs meeting with an avon-lady suicide cult.
I wrote a draft of this back in 1998. So I dug this out and I’m reading through it and the notes I made at the time.
And it’s terrible! There’s no overall direction to the plot, characters explode into the narrative then disappear and the whole sub-plot about the MC’s pornography collection seems stupid and trite now.
Still, that was the pinnacle of personal artistic achievement thirteen, fourteen years ago and if I hadn’t written that, I would’ve missed lessons that got me to where I am today.
I don’t know what’s happened all all my writing buddies on NaNoWriMo either. not one of them’s put their head over the parapet this year.
Luckily, the new weird/bizarro/gritty surrealism thread (under ‘other genres’ on the NaNoWriMo forums) is still going strong, a shining beacon of hope to creeps, weirdos and the unusual everywhere.
Why not check out my novel, “1919 (inside)” available from smashwords?
Doing for the english language what blondie did for the fossil record.