Nov 10, 2008 17:36
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!
nanowrimo
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Seriously: yay for NaNo, and its inner-editor-slaying function.
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Once you get the whole tale out, you can let her run free again. Then she will be of service to you :)
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