|this little beauty is for sale.|
(And if you're asking yourself how I'm able to write and blog at 11:00AM on a Wednesday, let me just say this: there are small benefits to just how sick being pregnant is making me. And I'm enjoying those silver linings while I can, because I hit the second trimester last weekend and am expecting the nausea, headaches and exhaustion to just vanish any time now. Aaaaany time now.)
A few months ago, I ran across my last decent-length NaNo attempt hiding in an old Livejournal. It's a little sci-fi in the beginning, and was meant to be an adventure through a kinda-sort post-apocalyptic only-there-was-no-apocalypse world for the rest of the story. It appears I made it 11,328 words in. I'll go ahead and post it in a separate post for anyone who's interested. Looking at this untitled piece again makes me feel very tempted to continue the story. I remember vague settings and plot points -- it would have been fun. Even yesterday morning, as the wee hours of NaNoWriMo wore on, I considered dropping the whole "bits and pieces" idea and committing to an arbitrary, off-the-cuff novel. Honestly, though, I'm an outliner, and I would probably have been finishing up my outline around Thanksgiving. No, randomness will work out better for my fickle brain.
|photomanip by AmandaAbomination|
Alright, I'm off to (lie down till my neck stops hurting, then possibly) get back to work with Mr. Morse for a little while.