Project: National Novel Writing Month
Novel Name: The Pastel House (working title)
Word Goal: 50,000
Time Period: 30 days
Present Emotions:

Hurling myself in the thick of it, just like last year. And I fully expect to collapse in a heap once I reach that final word... 'The End' not included.

I finished last year, so why the hell shouldn't I do it again??

Raising last year's tragic main character from the grave... or should I say simply writing a new story entwined with his... More about artists and ideals, plus a general rant about housewifery and the uselessness of certain lives. And manic summer storms over the sea. It all makes sense in my head, promise.

Just to add to the frustration, I have an odd cold/throat infection that wont leave and makes it very hard to sleep. This could come in very handy for writing, but it seems at the end of November that I'll be even more wiped out than I was last time...

It doesn't help when ideas for two other stories (both of which I've been working on for at least three years) keep popping up. BEHAVE!!

But telling the various dark muses in my head to obey orders is like telling a dragon not to breath fire. Or a pirate not to dance the gallows jig. I've been listening to Nox Arcana recently- much dark fantasy, perfectly fitting my Evil Fairytales project.

Be-e-e--e-e-babbling. Feeling like I want to scream. Being a writer is extremely useful- whenever you're dreaming up some scenario for your character, you can just use them inside your head to get out some evil form of emotion! Just let them scream forever. Or giggle hysterically. Always makes me smile.