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This is the official kicking-my-own-ass post.

I did NaNoWriMo two years in a row, and I haven't written a bloody thing this month yet. Yes, I had excuses. But I'm going to have the same excuses for the next three semesters, and I'm not stopping writing for that long--or longer.

I won't be writing fiction while I'm writing my master's paper--hard enough when I'm writing term papers--so I have to do it now. NOW. I can do better than this. I have to do better than this.

I'm not going to look back in two years and wonder why I stopped writing.


Oh, propagating the "paste a sentence of your work-in-progress" meme:

"Such Deliberate Disguises," historical fantasy.
“Fae, demons—it doesn't matter what you call them. You've seen how they act.”