The messy arrival of the Prologue in my brain, shortly after giving a bath to my squirmy, soapy son Zac, is what finally pushed me over the NaNoWriMo ledge. Already, though, I'm disappointed, because it sounded a lot better in my head.
My "concept" when attempting NaNoWriMo last year was to do a novel in the form of fictional news articles and diary entries of the protagonist. It turned out to be too contrived - at least to make up 1,667 words at a time - and things fizzled.
I couldn't let go of it entirely, though, and I'm thinking news stories will be scattered throughout the novel. You can take the boy out of the newsroom...
Posted by Ryan at November 1, 2002 11:03 PM