On the path of life, I wish you well.
GOD NaNo is more than half over. Barely.
I'm not half way to the end, but the month is more than half over.
My play is almost over, too but the fucking ending is being as evasive as ever.
I'm trying to let the Barenaked Ladies drag it out of me. But it refuses to end. I've got to go back and add scenes in the first and second act, but I can't decide where. It's something to keep in mind as I'm polishing up the final draft.
So here's what's got to go down.
My main character has a decision to make between the love lost from her youth and the stable man who she's been with for seven years. Both have made proposals of sorts. The lover from the past has returned with a confession of love. He wants her to choose him, to come away from her home with him and...
I'm exhausted. That, my friends, is the definition of NaNo November, however.
That is all.
Oh, and Star Trek comes out.... today.
I'm not half way to the end, but the month is more than half over.
My play is almost over, too but the fucking ending is being as evasive as ever.
I'm trying to let the Barenaked Ladies drag it out of me. But it refuses to end. I've got to go back and add scenes in the first and second act, but I can't decide where. It's something to keep in mind as I'm polishing up the final draft.
So here's what's got to go down.
My main character has a decision to make between the love lost from her youth and the stable man who she's been with for seven years. Both have made proposals of sorts. The lover from the past has returned with a confession of love. He wants her to choose him, to come away from her home with him and...
I'm exhausted. That, my friends, is the definition of NaNo November, however.
That is all.
Oh, and Star Trek comes out.... today.