was on my way into work this morning when I finally did it. I figured out who the killer is (in my NaNo)! No symphony or lightening strike, just a simple “huh, that could work” and a shrug.
Armed with the knowledge of the killer and a tenuous grasp on the why of it, I thought writing tonight’s word count would be a breeze. Alas, NO!
It’s like my brain said: Oh, OK. He did it. Interesting. Good night.
I hate week two.
20,500 down…a million to go.