You read the icon right: I finished my 50,000-word NaNoWriMo novel. It is so, so bad. The writing is embarrassing. The plot is lame. The characters bear no resemblance to real living people, but instead walk around like paper dolls. The dialogue is not anything like the way people talk. But it is DONE. I FINISHED it. I was queasy, but I did it anyway, and lo a month has gone by like a snap.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2
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Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward,
who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl
gifts,” ...

1 comment:
Congrats! That is awesome.
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