There is a cycle to this, feeling overwhelm with social media, scrambling to get the writing done followed by crashing and decompression. Now if only we could spin the wheel faster.
There was a swathe of Shadow People that just didn’t gel, and regardless of the spirit of the event, the NaNoWriMo, as far as not editing goes, I didn’t cheat. I deleted it. That’s not editing really, is it? I had to replace eleven thousand words. I then had a panic attack, when I saw my new word count, and mimicked Naka the chicken guy for a bit. My feathers stood straight up. No, I never killed Naka. He’s far too cool. He’s in it till the end. Right now though, I feel like I’ve been stomped on by a bunch of Sumo wrestlers, but that’s fine too. I’m still happy with my story – that’s what counts, and if I avoid the always very real possibility of the sky falling on my head, I should crawl across the finish line in time. Whereupon, I shall give myself up to…
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