The Literary Phoenix

Funny, the damage a silly little book can do. Especially in the hands of a silly little girl.

I love NaNoWriMo. I love the deadline, and the knowledge of winning.  I always win, you see.  But I simply can’t do it anymore.  Ah, NaNo.  We had five glorious years together and produced eight delightful “books”. But yet, that’s the problem. “Books” not books.  Because what I write for NaNoWriMo comes from the sputtering of “two …

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I’m not sure why this is still surprising to me, but books have so many words in them.  No matter how many words I write, they want more.  For example, I can write 8,000 words and in that time, my character can travel from one town to another and accomplish nothing because there weren’t enough …

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