Tuesday, November 29, 2011


As I had predicted, I ended up bailing on this year's National Novel Writing Month early. By the end of the first week I wasn't even posting a word count anymore.

Long story short...the whole enterprise simply became more frustrating than fun. Maybe it's because so much of my time is driven by deadlines and constantly shifting due dates. Maybe it was juggling BIG issues. Maybe it's because I was left largely on my own, without the weekly check-in/writing date that The Novelist and I did to break up last year's NaNo, I just don't know.

Trying to come up with a solid reason would only end up making this short story much, much longer.

Not 50,000 words long. But longer.

And so, I continue trying to turn little bits and pieces into stories likely destined for the proverbial desk drawer.

Is it just me, or does anyone else hear a Peggy Lee song playing in the background?