Oh look, I actually started writing for Camp NaNo. I've written maybe, oh I dunno, 500 words?
They're all shit and I hate each one of them individually as well as en masse.
They were also like pulling teeth and I had to give up because I was sitting in the living room and even though I was wearing earphones and listening to music while I struggled to write, simply being in the same room as my mother meant I needed a blow-by-blow account of her reading the newspaper online. In the end I concluded this really wasn't going to work and went to watch Re:Mind in my office instead. (While writing this I am, again, getting another detailed announcement of every article in the paper she finds interesting. However this time I'm not even in the same room as her. She's just yelling it out.)
I also finally started editing a story I began for the A-Z Challenge several years ago. It was supposed to just be ... I dunno, flavour text but the next thing I knew it developed a plot and wandered off. I think it finished up at 20k words.
Not that it actually turns out to have much plot. I think a lot of early chapters need smushing together.
Yes. Smushing is a technical term. It's what I'll be doing with my head between the door and its jamb later.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.