The cardinal sin of the NaNoWriMo is to edit during November. I know this. Yet I do it anyway.
I find myself writing blog posts to avoid writing. Well, at least I’m writing, right?
WRONG! This is wrong!
I bargain with myself. Maybe this is like stretching. You know, like before you go for a run. Maybe.
You see, it’s like this. In the beginning, I thought my main character was suicidal. Why else would she be standing on top of that building looking over the edge?
Then I realized that she’s not suicidal. She’s reckless. She’s incredibly bored and she’s risking it all, not to die, but to live. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete.
I also figured out the worst ending ever. Everyone would hate me if I ended it that way. And yet.
So here we go again. Today is another day.