Argh. My heroine is insisting on falling head-over-heels for the Mysterious Stranger. Which she is supposed to do, but not so rapidly. And she's NOT supposed to be obsessing about this for paragraphs and paragraphs. How do I know if this is turning into a (gasp, argh, NOOO!) romance novel?
Honestly, she wasn't this much of an idiot when she was seventeen!
For NaNo purposes - let her obsess! All the better!
My character took up an unrealistic dislike for the guy I'm gonna stick her with in the end, and went on for pages about how annoying he is when he obviously isn't...that bothers me, but I'm not gonna edit 'em out. Can use the word count.
I'm sure you've passed me at this point. I didn't really write at all yesterday - a paltry 500 words. I'm still not so far behind that I can't catch up, but I'm hoping to surpass 2000 today. We'll see. I think I'm gonna go back to the notebook and pen for a bit...sometimes it's easier to think that way. Plus I can go out to Dad's and sit by the fire with pen and paper in hand and without any FR to distract me...
And I still haven't had time to catch up on your story! I did bookmark the index, at least!