10.30.2003
I bit off more than I can chew. Surprise. The third UCLA class started, and while the exercises in character are awesome and helpful for my novel, I can never seem to get them posted. I leave in two days for Washington DC to visit my cousins, then head south to Hilton Head for a writer's retreat that I was supposed to have a one-page synopsis, a cover letter and the first fifteen pages of my novel submitted to the instructor of, by like, last Monday. Luckily he's a friend, so he's letting me slide, but 'tis not an auspicious beginning... does not bode well for our hero... feels like dark foreshadowing to me. Gloom. Doom. Drudgery. Despair. All things Nanowrimo, and it's not even November yet.
inkgrrl at 11:11 AM
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