NaNo Yammo
I'm writing crap. Puerile, inane, adolescent, juvenile blather that makes Stephanie Meyers sound like Shakespeare.
But I figured something out!
That's OK!
I think I have managed to strangle and silence my Inner Editor in service of getting *something* written.
Next job: Murder my Inner Procrastinator.
And remember--Word Count is ALL!
But I figured something out!
That's OK!
I think I have managed to strangle and silence my Inner Editor in service of getting *something* written.
Next job: Murder my Inner Procrastinator.
And remember--Word Count is ALL!