That's it. I'm a masochist. There's something quite decidedly wrong with me. I've already told you I'm participating in NaNoWriMo this year - and I am. I spent most of October attempting to plan it out...and most definitely chucked it out the imaginary window last night... 

I have a concept - and idea. And a few unformed characters. But I scratched out 1857 words today. And I plan on doing the same tomorrow. All I need is 36 scenes of approximately 1700 words, and I'm golden. That does, of course, mean I'll be working on multiple scenes some days. 

But, that's another tale. 

I'm a masochist because, despite the bone quivering fear of failure that is knotting the pit of my stomach into a ball of lead... I have also decided to treat myself to a 30 d...

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