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So the month of NaNoWriMo begins and I am ill prepared and barely aware. >_< I have been sitting, considering what I would write about for three weeks, never making solid plans and now it's here and I have little to no idea what I will be writing about during the tumultuous time of NaNo. I have nothing more then a basic world idea and the fact that I want to write about it. Morrfail! So what does this mean? I need to go crazy about thinking at work on my breaks and my time off of the phones to figure out what direction I will go after work and really hammer some stuff out. On average I will have 2 hours a day to actually get any writing done. I don't think that I've ever powered out 1600 words of writing per day in 2 hours but I'm certainly going to try. At the moment my ideas are to either continue Supermassive (the novel I started last year) or start one of two ideas. One is a Girls Run the world novel about how their is an STD that kills women or one about how an innocent company creates an overbearing Social media platform that creates a dystopia. I think the former is the one I've decided on I just don't know the perspective I was writing from. I was pretty sure I was going to do it post war but maybe I'll do it pre-war but at the same time I have to figure out who is writing the story and why. Work will have it in for me. I better start the headache meds now. Well to the work chopping block and headache and to the NaNo not prepared grind! I can do this!
So I actually got to writing the next chapter in my Dexter Fanfiction and I've come to an impasse. I ddon't like the new direction that the previous chapter took me. Either I'm not liking how this chapter is coming out or I need something creative to point my character into a direction. Now, lets be honest, it's a fanfiction so I can have a bit of fun with it and I wanted a little bit of monster love in it so I could pivot my direction away from pure hate to pure lust and I don't think I'd have a problem but my question is, do you think that would deter my normal reader. I honestly don't know if it will or won't. Every one of the people that have read it like it so far and I have already added the element in there. So to romanticize or to not romanticize.... that is the question of a woman needing some romancing. I think the answer is obvious but if you want to put forth your input read the story. Current continuation chapter probably being sacked.... feel lucky I am sharing my unfinished work as I normally don't. Elizabeth ran a hand through her reddened hair. She didn't like it but it was a precautionary measure, just like the colored contacts, the henna tattoo's and the mass amounts of makeup. She turned herself into a goth because he knew what she looked like. It required a look drastically different enough that he wouldn't recognize her. The traits of a good monster was the ability to adapt.Elizabeth adapted well.When Dexter saw her he looked again and by then she was gone. She hoped he thought he was seeing a ghost. Elizabeth had been stalking him for three weeks... maybe four? She was beginning to lose track. Without her steady routine one day ran into the next and then the next and it all seemed like one big exhausting blur of Dexter's grinning face. It kept her up at night because when she slept she dreamt. The dreams growing more vivid, like he was attacking her through her dreams. They were no longer surreal dreams but more of lucid nightmares of being gutted one organ at a time. She was in a living nightmare. That was why tonight was the night. There was no more waiting. No more worrying. No more dreaming. If she got rid of Dexter then Elizabeth got rid of the nagging prophesy.She'd be able to fall back into her normal routine again. Life would be better without Dexter. At least her life would be better without Dexter. Elizabeth tilted her head toward the floor with a final glance toward her adversary before she rounded the corner to prepare for the night. She required strength. She required willpower. She required sleep.