In the best way possible.
If I’m freaking out to the point where I don’t even want to glance at my computer, it can only mean one thing– yet another one of the Office of Letters and Light’s competetions.
I did Camp NaNo July, and I finished on the 28th. Well, no that’s not right. I made goal on the 28th. I finished on the 30th.
But, because I am clinically insane, I’ve decided (mostly against my wishes) that I will participate in Camp NaNo August, as well.
You just can’t say no to Melly, Moon, Tassel, and Kit. It’s impossible.
In July, I wrote about a lot of death, basically. So for August, I’ve decided on a nice, feel-good novel about something like finding romance.
I had it completely planned out and everything. It was perfect. Very sappy, and very cliche, but it was good. A nice break from Donovan, it’s time to diiiiiiie! *evil laughter*
But then, it was ruined for me. Why, you ask? Because when the NaNo site asked for my title, I wrote “Burn” on impulse.
So now, I feel like I have to have to write a novel about a guy whose Mother was hit by a car and put into a coma while he attacks the city that he lives in via arson.
How I got all this just from the title “Burn”, I will never know.
Kay. Gonna go see how much planning I can get done in the next five hours.
Love ya much (: