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NaNo Insanity-----Ahhh!!!

Is it possible to be possessed by a story? I've only been writing on my NaNovel since midnight, off and on (with time in there for sleep) but I'm already at 6148 words and counting....21 pages to be exact. I don't think I've ever written so much in so short a span of time.

I guess when you take away the hindrances of an internal editor and put in a huge time crunch...30 days tops....I guess anything can happen and does!!!! Wow! I didn't think it possible.

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  1. That is awesome. I bow to your most excellent word count. Keep it going while you have all this positive energy. It'll save you during that week 2 slump. :)

    Happy writing!

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  2. Are you going to be posting your novel to your blog (or somewhere else?) I love reading along with people's daily installments, but there's so much of it that if you don't start now, I won't be able to catch up!

    For my part, you can read along at http://wiryfellows.livejournal.com

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  3. Thanks for the support guys!!!! It means a lot... Jason Black---yes, I'm blogging on my MySpace page...
    http://www.myspace.com/onedreamerofdreams

    I do warn you that the word count is definitely up, but the quality...not-so-much!!! So, be kind :)

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