So on December 1 last year, I counted my blessings that I still had my job, my husband and my sanity. And I promised I wouldn't participate in Nanowrimo 2007. Ooops. I just can't resist.
So I'm going to write until I panic-attack out. Only problem is I don't have a plot. I'm sitting here buried in writing prompts and motivational tools. Something I read that was interesting is to write about someone who's reputation is tied up in an inaitimate object.
This sucks because the last two years I had a really good idea of what I was going to write before I started.
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