I am in here.
McSweeney’s Internet Tendency: Thirteen Writing Prompts. Write a story that ends with the following sentence: Debra brushed the sand from her blouse, took a last, wistful look at the now putrefying horse, and stepped into the hot-air balloon.
I am actually getting used to life after the process of furiously writing a novel (which is sort of a piece of crap, but in a nice way). I sleep. I talk to people. Amazing thing. I still have to put an ending on the thing and get it ready for publication. No, I have … Continue reading Life after Nano
Just like Balzac, here I am right after midnight, still writing away. Of course, Balzac had his own pot of coffee to keep him awake until dawn. I do not. I suppose I could, but it doesn’t sound appealing. Also, he was a much better writer than me. The house is quiet, and only the … Continue reading In the middle of the night
So around two o’clock this morning, I not only hit, but passed (by a little tiny bit) 30,000 words. This is why I slept very late, and after I was awake, continued to pretend I was still asleep. That damn chunk of words is starting to come together after all. And there you have it: … Continue reading Thirty thousand
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