Today proved tough but I’ve managed to push my way through eight chapters, 21,129 words, of nanowrimo so far. The grind of trying to force myself to be creative day in and day out is starting to wear my vocabulary thin; I tell myself the repetitions of meaningless words is part of the narrator’s vernacular but surely there is a limit to how many times he can say “really” and not sound like a doofus. Which he is. It is all intentional. I meant to do it that way.
He was fouled!
I still love my novel and the story although I am beginning to wonder if anyone else will ever appreciate the fine needlework I keep adding to the prose. Those details didn’t just make themselves up. Stop looking for plot holes and focus on the cool little jokes I faintly alluded to. Yeez.
Tomorrow’s chapter is looking thin. Time to make stuff up …