It's NaNoWriMo time again. I still can not quite believe that this is the third time I've done this. It's Monday, and I'm at 10,046 words, which puts me slightly ahead of the goal for today, but not as far ahead as I would like to be. This year's effort has been christened with the working title of Peal Dust and so far it is going well. *knocks on wood* Here's the one sentence summery: When Sleeping Beauty doesn't get a fairytale ending, a group of gentlemen of fortuine -- who are utterly unsuited for the job -- are called in to save the day. So far it is going pretty well, I had thought that this first bit between the fairy tale prolouge and our hero's arival on the scean would be hard to write, but it has actually been easy going. I just don't know how to tell all of these villagers that they are red-shirts and that most of them will not live to see part two. -_-; I mean, if the teenagers, who go at night to see what is up with the creepy ghost thing on the other side of the vally is, won't die, who can you kill off?
Additional exploration of this subject will have to wait until tomorow, because I have a paper to write for Medeival Lit that is due in another 22 hours. It's hard to analyse poetry that you are absolutly indifferent to.
I'm writing something else so the last word of this post will not be a preposition, so there. :P