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Not to disparage myself or anything, but I'm LAME! I've still only got about 3,500 words written in the actual story, although the scenes that need to be written are now chaptered out on sliced-up post-its and pretty much every character has a name, even the ones who only get mentioned once. The world-building is mostly done, it just needs financial laws for characters to fight over and one more bit role to act as a go-between for two characters to avoid each other.
I'm really thinking that the next time I do NaNoWriMo (and there will be a next time) I'm going to do all of this BEFOREHAND. Or possibly just write my autobiography, which won't need plotting out. I'm pretty resigned to not actually being done on time, but I already have enough of it done to not give up on it, which was sort of the whole point of doing this.
Making myself finish something is not something I'm good at or familiar with. I like to draw things out and change them so they keep going. And knowing that I have an end in mind is very uncomfortable. It kind of makes me feel like I've dropped and broken something, but I'm not sure where that's coming from.
I have dread. WTF, you guys? Seriously. So I guess I'll keep doing angsty, uncomfortable shit until I figure out what my damn problem is.
ETA: I'm still writing it, and I'm still hoping for a miraculous finish that brings me in on time. I'm just expecting the real-time ACTUAL finish to be in January.
I'm really thinking that the next time I do NaNoWriMo (and there will be a next time) I'm going to do all of this BEFOREHAND. Or possibly just write my autobiography, which won't need plotting out. I'm pretty resigned to not actually being done on time, but I already have enough of it done to not give up on it, which was sort of the whole point of doing this.
Making myself finish something is not something I'm good at or familiar with. I like to draw things out and change them so they keep going. And knowing that I have an end in mind is very uncomfortable. It kind of makes me feel like I've dropped and broken something, but I'm not sure where that's coming from.
I have dread. WTF, you guys? Seriously. So I guess I'll keep doing angsty, uncomfortable shit until I figure out what my damn problem is.
ETA: I'm still writing it, and I'm still hoping for a miraculous finish that brings me in on time. I'm just expecting the real-time ACTUAL finish to be in January.