I’m currently hating on the epic fail of my NaNoWriMo novel, wondering if it’s time to call it quits, even though there is so much left to write. It seems pointless!!!!!!!!
I need more plot, more…vivre. There is nothing.
Moreso, I need to get my tongue pierced to make myself feel better. It’s been a month since I pierced/tattooed anything. May I got my lip pierce, August my industrial, October a tattoo….it’s time.
But even though I have a few hundred words shy of 30,000 words (more than halfway finished!) I am so over and done with this plot even though I haven’t even mined the depths of misery and debauchery of their past when she was seventeen and innocent. oohhhh yeah. okay, maybe I should just write THAT…
