It's the 5th of November and I've not written more than 2000 words for NaNoWriMo so far.
I churned out the first chunk (see NaNoWriRoman blog) effortlessly on the 1st of the month, but since then I've decided I don't like the plot as it stands. So I've been p*ssing about instead of writing.
Why care about the plot? I ask myself. Nobody but me is ever gonna read it. That's the harsh truth.
Therefore today and tomorrow and every other day of November I'm just gonna bang out any old drivel that is even vaguely Romano-British Romance.