So...as most of you would have predicted, the NaNoWriMo is not going well again this year. On the four days that I've actually been able to work on the novel, though I have over 7000 words. That, in and of itself isn't too bad. And, yes, I am going to make lame excuses. You see, I am still writing, just not on the novel. My stats class and my independent study course revision are kicking my butt.
If I totaled up all the writing I have been doing in other places, just like last year, I'm just about on track. In fact, I have probably gone beyond my suggested pacing: 25,000 words (since we're half way through the month.
Cool fact: Last week when I came home from class, Amy was alone in the kitchen washing dishes. Normally, the five-ring circus monkeys are hanging from the rafters, flinging poo, and howling and all that fun metaphorical nonsense. It was bedtime, after all. So I went to check on the surreal quietness. The youngest and oldest were quietly reading on the couch in the living room. The other three were in their beds (huh? at 7:30?) writing stories! Makes a geeky English teacher proud!
Weird coincidence: Zac's story is about a protagonist named Ben who meets another character named Jack. My protagonist's name is Ben, and his father (one of his antagonists) is named Jack. Cue Twilight Zone theme music.
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