I'd be really, really worried about a guy who manages to so easily convince more than one serial killer that they're BFFs.
Your exhaustion doesn't matter. Your bitterness, your sense of unfairness, your wish for the universe to be something other than it is--none of that matters. You're not playing "the only way to win" anymore. You never were. You're playing "the only way to not lose horribly and catastrophically."
I thought I was a hopeless naif going into all this, but really the most naive thing I did was allow myself to keep believing that.
With apologies to all of the great religious figures in history: turn the other cheek, my ass.
If I could meet any of them in real life, he's the one I'd choose. I'd sit and have a drink with him. He'd have coffee, probably the cheapest cup he could get, because flavor isn't as important as caffeine. I'd have a beer, one of those dark ones you can't see through.
There's a lot of self-talk that goes into drafting, because it's impossible for me to believe, if I stand back and look at the magnitude what needs to be done, that I'll actually be able to do it.
Holy cats, I really have been NaNoing since 2010. Considering everything, I was thinking of skipping this year. But things bubble, and NaNo has always been a really satisfying experience for me. So here we go again! And since I'm into lists of 5 these days, here are 5 things I learned from NaNoWriMo. Your … Continue reading NaNoWriMo Year 8