... and I have a title. An unshakable head cold is sapping every last ounce of strength.
NaNo is just not going to happen this year.
I'll have to sit down with one of my unfinished books and remind myself of why I started writing them. I read an article about E.B. White taking 5 years to write "Stuart Little". When it was finished, he gave a draft to one of the most important critics of the day. He was told that it was awful and that, to save himself the humiliation, he should retrieve and destroy every copy of the draft he'd made and distributed.