It’s like I’m a real writer or something

Five days into NaNoWriMo and I’m over 8,000 words now. Feels good man. With some luck I’ll hit 9,500 tonight. With a LOT of luck I’ll hit 10,000, which puts me on par to “winning” NaNoWriMo (writing 50,000 words) on the 25th so I can spend Thanksgiving being thankful that I don’t have to write anything. But I wouldn’t kick 9,500 out of bed. M’just sayin’.

I’ve discovered I’m pretty good at setting a scene and roight whizzah (that’s Australian for “really good.” DAMN I have a great ear for accents, huh?) at dialogue, but getting my characters to DO anything is kind of a slog. This novel I’m not really worrying about the plot, instead starting from a cool premise and following it Metamorphosis style. But now that I’ve established the clumsy, self-loathing (but beautiful and well-liked) high school girl and the hundred-year-old high-school-age vegetarian virgin vampire who loves her, I can’t decide what happens next. Maybe somebody almost runs over her with a car and he saves her with his Hawt N’ Hunky Vampire Powers (TM). Or maybe they just go on a picnic … with a sparkly twist. Decisions, decisions.

I’m kidding, of course. I’m just up to the part where the half-giant hand-delivers the wizardry school invitation to the poor kid forced to stay under his stairs by his cruel step-parents. Good thing he ends up incredibly rich, impressing adults with his many natural talents, with good friends and magical powers by the end!

… Man whatever happened to books like A Wrinkle in Time. Too cerebral, I suppose.

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