November
I never considered this before, but I think it's very fitting that Halloween is that last day in October, and the last day before the beginning of that month known as NaNoWriMO. It's a scary day, after all. Especially frightening for me this year is that knowledge that I promised myself I would concentrate more heavily on actually passing my classes so that I'll have no problems with graduating on time, and not impose the unnecessary burden of writing 50,000 words on myself in that all. Scarier still is that fact that the perfect story is sitting there in my head, wrapped up and ready to go. I'm not sure how many stern reminders it'll take to force it out - I'm taking 17 credits. I have a job. I'm already working on a novel! Will any of that be enough?
On a side note: Cracked foot bones.
Another side note:
Vashtia is currently sitting at a table with every single main character in the story, watching them all characterize themselves and develop under her nose. Meanwhile, she too is being developed as a character and doesn't even know it.
That's right. I'm stuck in a scene that serves no purpose other than to amuse me. My excuse for letting it exist is that it shows off characters rather than telling characters (though they spend a lot of the scene telling each other off, ironically.)
On a side note: Cracked foot bones.
Another side note:
Vashtia is currently sitting at a table with every single main character in the story, watching them all characterize themselves and develop under her nose. Meanwhile, she too is being developed as a character and doesn't even know it.
That's right. I'm stuck in a scene that serves no purpose other than to amuse me. My excuse for letting it exist is that it shows off characters rather than telling characters (though they spend a lot of the scene telling each other off, ironically.)