My NaNo Novel is at about 20,000 words and the genre is now very apparent. Somehow it turned into a futuristic horror story about space exploration. Could it be my homicidal tendencies to kill off characters that caused the transition to horror? Nobody has died yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
It’s been a fun story to write so far, and I think this mid-point revelation is a real turning point in the composition of the storyline. I know where it’s going, I think I know how it’s going to end. Now it’s just a matter of getting there.
I got my NaNo t-shirt in the mail yesterday, think I’ll wear it to the store tomorrow and boast about my mad NaNo’ing skills. The important thing is to not fall behind, so I’m going to keep this entry short and get back to the writing.