My eyes feel like they might implode, but I actually might make it. Thank goodness for my tenth grade typing teacher and my complete willingness to type crap and nonsense at a freakishly fast rate. Thank goodness for my slacker gene that is quite content not achieving perfection. I guess I’ve done this long enough to know that the goal of National Novel Writing Month is not, and never will be, quality. It’s about getting it done and dealing with quality later, if ever. The crazy thing is, I finally like my story and think there’s something to it, but it took until the last day of nanowrimo for me to get there.
I just wrote 100+ words here that could have gone towards my word count. Silly.