Some of you may remember last November, as I set off to conquer NaNoWriMo and how seriously pissed off I got (1) because I felt out of control (I may or may not have a compulsive need to edit) and (2) because I got ill and couldn't open my eyes for about a week.
Anyway, my biggest struggle this month (read: every month, ie: all the time) is to kick Inner Editor in the face so she bleeds, neglected, in the corner of the room until draft one is out of my fingers. *straps on karate belt*
Bring it Inner Editor.
Bring.
It.
The project I'm working on for NaNoWriMo 2011 is one I've been mulling over for about a month or two. In fact, I've already written a little and I'm hoping that helps. It doesn't have a title anymore, but it involves a desert, a lot of kissing, trials and death row, moneymoneymoney, prejudices, downfalls, lies, mistakes, secrets, people on the run, a lot of questions, some of them answered, a girl called Magnolia and a big ranch with a lot of peach trees.
While I understand my protagonist and her story, there's these brothers... they're pretty important but one of them can't seem to decide what his name is (minor problem) and the other refuses to speak to me 99% of the time (bigger problem). So, me and Bigger Problem Borther? We're gonna need to have a little sit down at some point until he cracks and tells me what the hell he's doing in my story.
Inner Editor pulverisation and character interrogation.
Who's with me?
*fist pumps*
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