Half way through NaNoWrMo thing.
Struggling.
Only 10 000 words. Feel creeping sense of failure, and light shame at being so far behind my golden ideal wordcount ... still, having fun, so all else can be forgiven.
Have had *very* bad experience with printer of book. She is a hag. perhaps will blog about it when pain has receeded.
In other news, have decided to move to the country for a while. Cop some 'organic hues', also, whilst free-forming in the park yesterday, managed to develop extended metaphor where cliterous = truffle. Was quite funny. Going to try and work it into the romance book. Still entertaining self...
1 comment:
Entertaining yourself is the whole fucking point. Good on ya babe.
Seriously moving to the country? Off to the farm again? Will you be back by January?
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