NaNoWriMo is coming along. I’m nearly at a third to the goal. I am having trouble not making the characters in it look like they are people I know or knew. I know Hemingway pissed off a lot of people by making characters out of them. I am, officially, not doing that. The first-person narrator is not even me.
I wrote a scene today which was set in a fictional strip club in Baltimore called Squiggles. That was weird, when I have never even been to one. Describing body parts was strange, too. Naturally, however, comes the sailer language. And the narrator’s preference for, shall we say, “good” bee.
I’ve been cooking a lot, too. I’m trying to master vegetarian chili, which usually takes like bland beans. I have some homemade pasta sauce simmering, too.
I need to find a job.