One of the pleasures of participating in NaNoWriMo is losing myself in my writing. When I come up for air, I might be a 30-something, petite, blonde who works as a city attorney, wheeling and dealing with developers while trying to keep safe her own parcel of heaven.
Or I might be one of those developers, in particular the guy who looks like he just walked out of the Dukes of Hazard, leather-skinned and chewing tobacco, but astute enough to own practically the whole town.
Or maybe I’m the newly appointed county sheriff, brought down from one of the northern states to try and get this southern backwater law enforcement agency back in shape, without getting killed in the process.
Then again, I could be the former sheriff, the guy who was forced to resign because nobody could stomach the depth of his corruption anymore, especially after the gruesome death of his wife, to which he claimed complete innocence.
I’m sure you can imagine which characters make for a small word count because even I can’t stand be in their presence very long. And, yet, I must. Crazy is as crazy does. And writing is how I get my crazies out.
So I’m still plugging away. Right now (on a late rainy Sunday afternoon), I’m at 15,051 words. But tomorrow is Monday and somehow the workday just makes it hard for me to find time to write. But I have some rewards waiting for me, urging me on to that 50,000 work mark.
And while I’m enjoying my Alaska chocolate bars with my hot Alaska chocolate drink, I’ll be reading this:
And possibly at the same time since I have one novel (Kevin’s) in paperback and one (John’s) on my Kindle. Yup, that’s the other pleasure of NaNoWriMo: When you’re done amassing 50,000 words, you can put the laptop away, shut down the computer and just READ.
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