I’m not taking part in NaNoWriMo, because I’m lost somewhere in the swamps of revision-land without a flint or a knife. Or Bear Grylls. But just as a nod to National Novel Writing Month, which is a glorious, contentious, hair-raising kind of a venture, here’s the facebook status of the year:

NaNo: day 18. Have managed to write 30,179 words of a story about a fat guy living with his mother. My wrists and elbows are killing me, may have RSI.


About anna cowan

I look around, and here I am - housewife and aspiring romance novelist. This seems unexpected.
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2 Responses to NaNoWriMo

  1. cheryl nekvapil says:

    Is he eating a zebra or something more sinsiter??

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