So my nanowrimo novel is finally coming into being after much procrastination. I’m at 6412 words. Yep. I am so far behind I am smelling exhaust fumes from the cars that are lapping me multiple times over.
But it’s all okay. This ain’t my first rodeo.
I’ve started with a love story (kind of. The guy married someone else. Say what?) and just now there’s an “earthquake” which means the world is about to come to an end…or not. Hellmouth. The Rift. My little town has just become the place where you don’t want to be.
So what’s next? Vampires? Werewolves? Zombies? Some other monster?
I don’t know. Did you think I would? Procrastinator extraordinaire?
Okay. I’m back to the dungeons to fight the beast.