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NaNoWriMo Round 2

It is officially October...the planning month for the frenzied month of November. This is the time to finalize and tie up any loose strings or pressing obligations that might interfere with next month's all-important and all-consuming goal--- cranking out a novel in 30 days. It doesn't seem possible that a whole year has passed since my first venture into NaNoWriMo.

I, unfortunately, must admit defeat for the month of April. Script Frenzy came and went with barely a whisper of words captured. But, I must not dwell on this lest it mar my chances at winning my second year NaNovel.

Last year's NaNovel --- Lost in the In-Between --- stands at 57,000 words and a triumph for me at hitting the 50,000-word mark by day 20. Unless things change in the near future, this year's book will probably be a sequel to Daniel's first experience in the In-Between.

Possible ideas---
- Nightmares have taken over, now that the Dream Recycler has been destroyed
- Daniel still has no dream for himself---Walter's disappearance after the release of his dream wind is still a mystery---maybe one to be solved for this story or a later story
- Explanation of how Jigsaw was able to "control" the dream sequence to pass the message to Daniel's brother.
- What happens to Walter's companions after he disappears

We'll just have to see what happens. For now, though, a chance to revisit the In-Between feels a welcome change to current events. Hope this year's NaNoWriMo is as thrilling an adventure as last year's.


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