My NaNoWriMo novel is floundering. I seriously underestimated the size of New York City. Now, I must go through 75 pages and edit everything to Chicago, Illinois. I must get all the street names and time to destinatinos correct. It is a true headache.
In case that becomes too much of a problem, I always have a back-up project: I must eventually write the male POV for my scene the Fight. I know that I am not that popular a writer, and thus most of my work will never be read, but i would least like to have both versions up. Plus, it will give me something to do when life after nanowrimo becomes too stressful.








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Luke 12:24 Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls?
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It's a matter of professional integrity! No girl wants to marry a doctor who can't tell if a man's dead or not!
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blowing butterfly kisses from miles away hoping that maybe their paper-thin
wings will catch on my breath and carry them to land on your quivering lips
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And she doesn't care what they say about her. Because she realized; they don't know shit.
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I had gay burglars last night. They broke in and rearranged the furniture. -Robin Williams