For whatever reason, 32,000 seems to be a more impressive milestone to break than 25,000. Go figure the workings of a non-prime mind.
The story has taken an — annoying turn. My long-windedness is, as usual, to blame; I can’t seem to make traction on what I was thinking of as the main driver for the novel, so I’ve decided to convert instead to a kind of Graveyard Book model of a series of short stories linking together, with a running overarching plot tying it together. This is a little late in the day to decide this, but it was kind of the direction I was going already. Unfortunately, my latest mini-story is turning out not to be that mini. I’m at over 5,000 words already in it, and I’ve only just gotten to the second sentence of the mini-outline I’d written for it.
Vexing.
All my other mini-tales are refusing to have plots or, for that matter, retain my interest long enough for me to finish writing them. This is probably a problem, all things considered.
My goal for this nanowrimo: actually finish the damn book.
Likelihood: nil.
Meanwhile, I would really love to read Astonished Lemon’s book. Really really.
