When I was a little kid, I was convinced that a quarter of an hour was 25 minutes. Makes sense, right? Yeah, me too. Anyhow, I just realized that this evening I passed the one-quarter mark in my NaNoWriMo writing, which for you math-challenged folks would be 12,500 out of the target 50,000 words. W00t.
It’s been really cool both getting back in touch with an old story and discovering all kinds of new aspects for it. I am very pleased. The writing isn’t presentable, of course, but neither is bread when you’re in the middle of beating down the expanding dough.
How is this L.A. related? Hell if I know. Actually, it *is* set in a facsimile Southern California, and thus I am existing in two very different places at once. In one universe, I am participating in some quixotic quest to write a novel in a month. In the other, some long-suffering characters are discovering just how much chaos and emotion-wrenching they can stand in the span of a week.
Oh, and did anybody else catch the live “high-speed” chase on the news last night featuring the old-school VW Bug? Gotta love “Grand Theft Auto: Herbie Goes Bananas.”