Three days until Nanowrimo. Three days of security and irresponsibility. Three days of possibility, potential, and procrastination.
I’m gonna die.
Not only have I neglected to sufficiently plot the story for this year’s Nanowrimo, I have, in fact, neglected to plot at all. I have a dubious array of vagueish characters, including a reluctant heroine, a not-so-heroic hero, and an abstract concept for villain. The setting is the present (I guess) and the location is small-town America (sort of), but beyond that, I really don’t have a clue.
I have, in fact, a vageuish vague of vagueness.
Despite the negations and desperate lack, however, I am determined to make this a Nano to remember. No abstractions will suffice, no reluctance will inhibit, no vagueness will define the story of this November.
Ladies and gentlemen, prepare your pencils. Let the plotting commence!