But I have LOST.
I wrote 11 thousand words out of 50 thousand required.
My story is in pieces.
|This picture does no justice to the sadness I feel right now, but it is the closest I could find.|
My story has changed, from a simple erotic thriller-comedy it has evolved into something more.
I am fascinated with the technology and weaponry of tomorrow. And that fascination has heavily influenced the story.
The inexperienced hacker became a social engineer with skills and a psychopathic violent streak.
My main antagonist became a leader of a bigger movement.
My main characters do have sex, but only once so far.
My anarchists are still funny, but they are not as disorganized and gullible as I assumed.
Yes, once again a story has started a riot and I was left with no choice but to fulfil its demands.
Guess, I have a busy December ahead of me.
I have a bunch of lovely, sadistic people, prodding and kicking me to finish the story.
It's so nice when people who read fragments are forcing you to write more, because they liked it.
And yet, here I am, sitting, staring at the empty page and thinking: I didn't win NaNoWriMo :(
Repeating like a mantra: WRITE, WRITE, KEEP WRITING!