So last year when I was writing my novel, I felt really good about my plot. The draft still needs work, obviously -- tons and tons of work, as all drafts do. But it was still pretty good. I like it. I have a lot of faith in it as a book.
This year's book is nuts. I feel like it has some crazy mood whiplash. Today I went from the diary written by a character before she had most of her memory and skills erased from her brain, to a character being taken out on the town by her only real friend to party and drink and enjoy the future, to a date rapist who preys on tourists who don't speak the language. I have an idea of where I'm going, but I feel like I'm just making shit up as I go. I have no idea if this will ever be a redeemable, readable novel.
But at least I'm over target in word count.
There's an official word count meter on the sidebar now; it auto-updates with my NaNo profile, but I got kind of attached to this one. I mean, I made it.
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