...new ideas start smacking me around like a stubborn mackerel. (die fish, die)
Other than furiously scribbling notes and typing bulleted points, I rewrote a thrice rejected piece this week, finished a longer tale about Gary Sump, "The Great God Gary Sump", and flirted with revisions to Loathsome, Dark, and Deep. I've also made a decision regarding NaNo.
Not this year.
I know I'm going to feel "left out", but I have to do what is right for me and my writing. Peer pressure is a bitch. I don't want to be the kid on the outside looking in, steaming the window with my breath. NaNo is a great motivator. Right now, my most important WIP is trying to shake a lingering cough and land a decent night's sleep.
So I'll spend the rest of October cobbling scraps together, editing Loathsome, and plotting a novel that I won't try to finish in one month. (But I do plan on starting in November.)
I have nothing else in progress, but here's the title to my notes from last night's walk:
"The Unfortunate Persistence of Harold Francis Bechard"