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.
6 thoughts on “Why, Yes! I Have Fallen Off the Face of the Earth!”
Good for you! Looking forward to updates.
Thanks, Maggie. I’m so glad that you’re still here!
I always had complete faith in you, Sascha. I should probably mention that when I was young I built a raft with oil drums and timber and told my younger brothers we could sail out onto the lake with it. It sank immediately. Since then failure after failure has never dimmed my unrealistic optimism. 🐒
Like a backhanded compliment, does this fall into backhanded support….misplaced faith? 😏
I felt I was obliged to make a full disclosure. I don’t think it’s backhanded, I think you will succeed, and although I may be an overly optimistic wombat, I might be right. 😸