I just hit thirty-two thousand one hundred and twenty-two words for my NaNo novel. Yep, only about eighteen thousand words left. Unfortunately, it seems I just hit the middle of the actual story. So, basically, I'm going to hit 50k and still not done. Not sure if that's good or not. Hell, I might continue after that. Not sure.
I must admit, the worst part of devoting all my writing to this is not being able to delve into any other ideas. I'm itching to write another story, but I know that if I do I'll never come back. This has quickly become torturous. Not to mention it's hard trying to explain to those friends of mine who are not writers why it's important that I finish this. Most everyone I know finds the whole idea to be not just lame but also useless since I don't actually win anything.
I have such shallow friends /sigh.
Granted, I am beginning to wonder why I am doing this to myself. I've lost sleep because of this novel, which is crap since I don't expect to ever publish the thing. I am still doubtful any fantasy publishers wants to deal with a story where the elves are genocidal war mongers and the goblins are rational and trying their hardest to find peace.
Oh yeah, and Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 came out and I'm addicted to it. The actual story is absolute horrible, but the multiplayer is amazing. If you're interested at all, my review for it can be seen here. Enjoy. Or don't. I don't care. I'm off to waste my day writing.
P.S.: In an attempt to become more apathetic, I did not proofread or edit this post. Enjoy my molestation of grammar!
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