—and around here, that means it’s time to NaNo!
That’s National Novel Writing Month for those of you that don’t know.
Every year, we each try to write a 50,000 word novel over the course of November: bad grammar, incomprehensible plot, Old Ones turned into plushie cephlapods (that’s one of my previous NaNos), it’s all good in the hood. <—Don’t mind me, I’m a little sleep depped; I don’t normally say or write things like that. It’s the orgiastic abandon of NaNoWriMo, I swear! I’m not in complete control of my senses!
So, the question is: Who else is NaNo-ing, and what is going by the wayside so that you can make your 50,000 word goal?
Me? I’m behind in my art-making, but NaNo is also
keeping me from completely freaking out distracting me from the hurry-up-and-wait-ness of an application that I have floating out in the universe.
We each have our coping strategies, yeah?