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Nanowrimo, Day 26: Today was shitastic, emotionally-speaking, and I realized this morning that I don't know if I like the novel or am scared of it because gods damn it, it's really just the first half of what this novel is trying to be, which means that these forty-off thousand words are just useless fluff. (This is not true, but it feels like it when I try to think of just what, exactly, has actually happened in the novel. This is also how I felt about the last two novels.) So I wrote a panic attack and some sexual tension between bouts of Whose Line is it Anyway?
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43414 / 50000 words. 87% done!
* Ernest Hemingway
Nanowrimo, Day 26: Today was shitastic, emotionally-speaking, and I realized this morning that I don't know if I like the novel or am scared of it because gods damn it, it's really just the first half of what this novel is trying to be, which means that these forty-off thousand words are just useless fluff. (This is not true, but it feels like it when I try to think of just what, exactly, has actually happened in the novel. This is also how I felt about the last two novels.) So I wrote a panic attack and some sexual tension between bouts of Whose Line is it Anyway?
Excerpt: ( Read more... )
* Ernest Hemingway
