National Novel Writing Month, Day 1
After a day of doing everything but writing, I finally sat down around 8 p.m. and managed to crank (think more of a hand-crank here) out 1,745 words, putting me safely if not excessively above the 1,667 word minimum to keep on track.
I’m not terribly enthused by what I’ve written and the story itself is not really exciting me. We’ll see how things evolve. Or devolve. If I can get myself back into the habit of writing fiction on a daily basis, it will be a win regardless of whether or not I end up wanting to bury this particular effort in a shallow grave (which would be ironic as it features a shallow grave).
