For National Novel Writing Month (a week from today: EEEP) I was planning to do this big epic self-discovery-in-your-30s road trip novel, with stories-within-stories and a parallel historical story mixed in there and Native American mythology and some magical realism type stuff and it was going to be big and weird and grand. And now I'm thinking... maybe not. Partly because my outline is really patchy, and partly because it's starting to seem like an American Gods knockoff. (I didn't mean for it to be, honest, but once I started thinking about it, there are similarities.) I'm sure I'll write it one day, because it's one of my older (and possibly better) ideas and the characters refuse to leave my head, but... maybe not yet. I don't think I'd do it justice right now.
So I've gone from having an idea with a patchy outline to, um, no idea and no outline, with a week to go. Time to panic? I think yes. But there's no way I'm sitting out on the fun this year, so I'll come up with something.
Am working on a post about why the Occupy Wall Street protesters are whiners with an entitlement complex. This is probably going to be my next paper topic, except said in a more scholarly (I hope) way. Will try to have that up in the next couple of days.
