50K, no Nanowrimo way

I didn't make it to 50K words. Why? Because halfway through my story I decided it wasn't working in third person and I decided to change it. So I've started again. I wrote one solid chapter that I am happy with, but I am waiting on my Sci Fi writer friend to proof it and offer an opinion before I proceed. I need another set of eyes. Although in this rewrite I have given the protagonist a sardonic wit that sets her apart from her third person counterpart. I am quite pleased.

In addition, I have found myself obsessively attracted to everyone on CW's Gossip Girl, in particular Chuck and Blair. Caliente! Seriously, this ain't no show for teens. At least teens get to look forward to having sex with the wrong people. We adults have already made those beds, so now we can live the dirty, sexy, rich life through actors who are young enough for me to have been their babysitter. OMFG!

Nano-nano

I'm up to 14,000 words for this year's Nanowrimo! God it has taken me so long to get anything going with my novel. And now I have 14K words. Granted, it's a mere 20 pages or something, but it's a start. It's funny. I have had this novel running through my brain for awhile. But as I write, my characters take a more human form, my plot develops, and everything begins to flow together. Now, don't get me wrong. My writing is shit right now. But I have the bare bones of, what I'd like to think, is a pretty decent YA idea. Is it premature to start fantasizing about my book tour? A little? Okay, I'll stop.

Nanowrimo

I am participating in Nanowrimo this year. And I know I am supposed to come to the table with nothing more than an outline of my novel. Which is fine since I sort of scratched my first chapter anyway. I had some inspiration last night and I was writing notes while poor Bob-o was trying to sleep.

I have a lot of books to review and 50,000 words to write in November. I guess I'll be DVRing most of my TV.