NaNoWriMo. Sounds great for some. But the courtship is over. The thrill—disgusting word—is gone. No write-in, no word-sprint can revive the magic. The patient is bleeding out and pulling the plug is the only mercy. The daily pain is too fresh, too real, too stark a reminder of all that we writer’s did…and failed to… Continue reading The patient’s flat-lining. Conflict—STAT!
The Little Engine that Can: NaNoWriMo is worth the chug up the hill. We may be one day in--it's November 2nd--but it's not too late. The train cars and belching cloud from the smokestack are still within sight. The clacking of wheels on rails is still there, shaking us out of that meh-mode. Can we… Continue reading NaNoWriMo, Day One…Again