I'm frantically trying to put the finishing touches on my work in progress so I can concentrate all my energy on NaNoWriMo. Eight days and counting. Not a lot of time left. I might start something completely different or I might work on book two of the current series.
Last year, I stalled at around 12,000 words because Skyrim came out smack-dab in the middle of November. Instead of killing my word count, I went on a killing spree in the name of the Dark Brotherhood.
(Shout out to Shadowmere. My favorite horse ever. Hey buddy! How you doin?)
The timing couldn't be more perfect.
This year, nothing I want to play is coming out. I checked. And I think NaNoWriMo will give me some much-needed distance from my WIP so I can squeeze in one last draft before my self-imposed deadline in late November/early December.
NaNo is my fling, my fuck buddy, my one night stand. It reminds me not to get too hung up on perfection, and it lets me have a bit of fun before I go back to the WIP I've been with for nearly a year and a half.
Long-term commitment be damned. AIN'T GONNA PUT A RING ON IT.
Thirty days. 50,000 words. Let's do this.