27 November 2004
another last-ditch novel effort
The pieces were all in place for one of those rags to riches tales, of my triumphant ascent from faceless drone to a high salaried position behind a desk in a corner office. I had even worked a couple stints in various mail rooms, come to think of it. But the signs were wrong, the pieces dashed. I was back at square one, albeit with a bunch of clothes I’d gotten pretty cheap and a discount card that was probably good for some time yet.
So begins yet another chunk of my second stab at a novel for this month, a last-ditch effort to salvage NaNo and come out with my dignity semi-intact.
1,407 words today... I'm trying to be optimistic, and verbose at the same time. Neither is working out too well at the moment.