So I got very wrapped up in NaNoWriMo this year, as well as a plethora of events that transpired since I last posted here.
That reminds me, did I mention I was born on the same day as Neil Gaiman? Well, I am. Not the same year, though. That would be weird.
Anyway, the final word count I put in before my soul drained out of my eyes was 50,385 words. But was the story finished? No. I got carried away. I added a fuckton of content and decided to be a giant asshole by tying it to the book I wrote for last year's challenge. The result was something larger and more complicated, which I'm as proud of as I am afraid. Size is no issue (tee-hee) but I hope it doesn't turn out convoluted.
Anyway, my plan with that baby is to let it sit and ferment, and then to finish it off when my mind is fresh again.
I'm very glad I got on it, though. I think I'll do one last NaNoWriMo, make a nice trilogy, and then call it off. In the meantime, I'll take a week off from flash fiction to prepare for the winter. I also plan to make a single page and show off works I recommend most highly to first-time readers, so expect that in the near future.
Sorry for the neglect. Expect regular, and irregular, updates as they come.
See you next time!