NaNoWriMo 2015. Day 12.
Not enough coffee in the world. This may drive me to drink. I am pretty sure I am sitting in a public coffeeshop and may just have forgotten my pants today. Don’t mind me… I am writing a novel this month.
Behind The White Gate.
That moment when you stop off the writing to take a shower, a break and ponder where you left off and the next move. Then get the perfect idea and run streaking out, soaped up, to your writing table to write it all down…after which you see that you have yet to close the blinds for the night. But hey…you saved the story because that “Great idea! I don’t need to write it down, I’ll remember it!” stuff is bullshit. It never happens and I know my own mind is feeble enough that the show for my neighbors is well worth getting that note made. Perhaps I will set a notepad and pen on the shelf in the bathroom for such occassions in the future.