As I just whined to Evil Twin, I came this close to abandoning NaNoWriMo last night. Why would I choose to bail out with only a week left?
For one, I got cocky this time (I know, you're surprised) and didn't spend hardly any time thinking about my plot. Last year I lucked out, falling into a storyline with a fair amount of action, and it was pretty easy to follow it to the end. This year, about 30K in, I had to toss in one of the moldiest old plot devices of all time just to stop my character from sitting on the couch weeping and eating Thai take-out. Then I discovered it's really hard to work on something I know is lame. Surprise!
Also, as you know, Mr. B is also NaNo-ing this year. Truth is, his story is more interesting than mine and that makes me pout.
It all boiled down to a bruised ego, which decided to explode right around bedtime. Mr. B fulfilled his husbandly duties admirably by talking me into backing away from the delete key and even got me to agree to forge ahead.
So, in the true spirit of NaNoWriMo, I'm going to step back and try to plot out a story arc that will get me through to the end without too much humiliation. Maybe I should have stuck with the WoW concept after all.
Oh well. No guts, no glory; no blood, no band-aid.