Wednesday, December 3, 2014
I was able to pull this off again. I love the challenge of writing 50,000 words in a month. It pushes everything else out of the way. I didn't play the drums at all, and didn't miss them except when I went to my weekly lesson and sucked. Oh well, my teacher is great and understanding.
This year I wrote about a homeless woman who had made one of those fenced in runoff basins you see in suburban developments her home. Her shelter, I guess. It's third person, which is a shift for me. Back in 2011, I wrote 50,000 words about a couple who became pregnant (intentionally) at the same time. I'm going to return to that soon and see what I do to revise it. I haven't read it since I finished it.