Am officially over my writer’s block. “Forget structure,” I commanded myself, remembering a tip from the National Novel-Writing Month‘s official site. “Just clear your mind and write whatever you see.”
So I breathed in, I slowly exhaled, and then I wrote a whole chapter in which the waitress from the independent coffeehouse makes out with the cute barista from Starbucks, dressed as Power Girl and Wonder Woman, respectively and temporarily.
I don’t know how this will work into the novel’s story but I don’t really care. Reading this latest bit back, I’m not worried that any of this book’s lesbian or hetero male readers will care, either.
Day 7. Words written: 12,284.