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And this is what NaNo is bringing us for Novembermas.
In '04, I was writing at the library in 2 hour intervals, started 8 days late, got 4 thousand words in, my file got corrupted and I quit.
In '05, I wrote the story I was gonna write in '04. At the end of November, I had two seizures in one day and very nearly didn't finish. Then? I did.
In '06, I got sick at the BEGINNING of November, got 10k behind and moaned and bitched the entire time. I swore I was gonna quit, then stayed up til 4am on the last day, racing to the end. Lodi and I almost didn't stay friends after that. :-/ My bad. I also learned this: Do not write experiences. BAD BAD BAD.
Last year? Easiest shit I'd ever done.
This year, I've already changed tenses, decided that the stuff I wrote in the beginning was complete crap and swore I was gonna quit again. OhGOD, OhGOD, we're all gonna die.
*sighs*
/bitchsession one
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