Fall Back

Last dress rehearsal today, and I can say this the play is going to SU-UCK. Not that I didn't try.

Only two days to NaNo and I'm freaking out. I have my outline pretty much done up to about the fifty or seventy five page mark, and I know the ending, but I have no idea how to pace things or how to write anything how I want it. I love my idea, but I don't want to trust myself with it because I'll screw it up too badly. Oh well, I guess that's what rewriting is for.
If I don't finish the book in thirty days, I'm going to continue until I do.

Man I wish I hadn't just bought San Andreas. BLOOP! That's the sound of my extra time disappearing.

FPOTD: The figure that steps out is hunched forward, hooded and robed in dirty yellow linens. A round, bulbous nose protrudes from the hood like a sentinel along with a chin hidden by forty long years of hair growth. The regal ivory beard declares the robed one male, and ancient.