Finally signed up for Nano with the intent of “winning” (i.e., having 50,000 words written for a new manuscript by the end of November). Let’s hope something good comes out of it.
I received my first politely worded rejection letter from The New Yorker for a short story I sent in.
Chris Pratt Tried to Dream-murder Me
Last night, I had a dream in which Chris Pratt dressed as his character from Jurassic World tried to kill me, but I couldn’t die just yet because I still had to conceive Luke and Leia with some woman who definitely wasn’t Padme. Then, the dream sort of reset and Chris Pratt was trying to save me while I ran away from some explosion with a baby and one of my writer group friends.