Nanowrimo 12.1

2020 Words on Nanowrimo today. Feels good to be getting the work out. I've got lots of ideas working free, now: a relief. But why does it take a contest like this to make me get back to my novel? It's not that I couldn't have kick started myself. Methinks it's something to do with routine and an imposed schedule. There's also all the scheming and contemplation I've been doing on the story. And of course there's that anal bastard--my editor--I've chained to the basement floor. Aye, he's a loud one, that chap. Makes a racket down there; but oh is it real horror-show having the free roam of mind.

The real fun is in sharing the pain with my partners in Nano, my dear wife and son. We're all committed to getting up and jamming Nano for at least two hours before we hit the road to work and school. Luckily, we're focused on stuff that was already underway. Gavin's been working on his novel for almost a year but needs to put forth the extra effort to rough in the final rise to the crisis.

And I need to be working on revising plot, too, with Jade back as protag. I am returning to the idea of a parallel storyline, something that shows a probable path for M&C, and an inevitabel path for Jade. More later on this.