So, I may have lost my mind. I blame the baby. After all of my bitching and complaining that I don’t have enough time to do things, I went and signed up for CampNaNoWriMo. I’m going from writing zero words per day to getting down at least 1,667 words a day. Crazy, see?
I’m currently on day 4 and so far, so good. But it’s always good at this point, right? Everything is new and shiny and filled with possibility. I suspect sometime next week I’ll hit a brick wall and realize everything I wrote before makes no sense and will need to be redone. I’m hoping that’s not the case, but since I’m pretty much pantsing this thing, it’s highly probable.
Thankfully, I’ve had this novel idea bouncing around in my head since last year. The tentative title is A Discordant Mirror and I at least have some key scenes laid out in my head. Now, it’s just a matter of stringing them together. Because it’s totally that easy, right?