Just finished my Nanowrimo novel!

To actually call it a novel is a bit of a stretch — It’s more a loose combo of 50,000 words that I happened to type this month. An excerpt:

… he hunts down a PR lackey to get a narrated tour of the house; she and I stride over to the bar, demand more white wine. We talk novels.

“Basically I’m writing about what happens this month,” I say.
She wags a finger. “Yeah – So, that’s not a novel. That’s a journal.”

The bartender swears his name’s Happy. “Ask my parents,” he says, hands raised in surrender pose….

Thanks to Jen for all the encouragement –

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