My main character (MC in the cool world of writer’s lingo) doesn’t currently have a job. Or a love interest. Or a pet. She bought a car…that’s all I got.


www.bushwhacked.net

I’m creeping right up on 15,000 words and I’m spent. I’ve got a couple of things I really like about this book right now. I have honestly realized that some of the plot lines are a little muddy, but that’s for fixing next month. I just need to figure out the amazing plot twist that is going to sell 600,000 copies. Right…
So, in fair “writer-wanna-be” fashion, I’m going out to lunch. Maybe a margarita would help…

Maybe it’ll come to me.

On a more personal note, I have officially reached pain status. As in, my neck is not functioning properly. All it has to do is hold my head up, and it can’t even handle that right now. My wrists, as a result of me (I guess) not holding my hands properly on the computer, are sore and I think they are colored funny.

My sweater, Nita, is shedding all over the place and could stand a washing, if any one wants to stop by and start some laundry for me. According to the NaNo bible, No Plot, No Problem, I’m right where I’m supposed to be, tired, grouchy and lazy.

Fun times.