Lame.

Ugh, finally back on target vis-a-vis the NaNo, and I'm beset by such a writerly block. Seriously. I got my 1667 out, but I had to force every damn one of them. Which as we all know, is a back practice, as it has been known to lead to stilted dialogue, vaguely-defined or broadly-drawn characters, lackluster settings, and hemorrhoids.

Ye, that's a pretty pathetic bit of non-joke, but by god I'm going to stick with it and be proud, because that's the kind of guy I am. A bad kind of guy. One who should probably be stopped. And killed.